THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.

The years roll on, and the head grows grey, But the longing heart doth ever pray, With a prayer too deep for words to say. Love is the fountain of youth alway. “Thou art old!” mocks Love, “and hast had thy day.” But the heart protesteth: “Nay, O nay! My life is love, alway, alway, And the human heart is young for aye.” Love is a fountain of youth alway. “Thou art old,” saith Love, “and thy debt must pay.” But the heart makes answer: “Nay, O nay! My hunger groweth every day, Grows stronger with eating the years away; Age is for earnest and youth for play, The hottest coals ’neath the ashes stay, And the human heart is young for aye.” Love is the fountain of youth alway.

A woman is a flower— Test her by her fragrance.