Since in youth have I spoke of young idealism
Here enters, with a triumphant gate, SKEPTICISM!!!
To proudly boast of triumphs and scoff the passing youth.’herein, lies and truth’
Many a youngster fallen, as since progress’, and producers pollen…
How can we shake our boughs, but hold our root.
Many young ideals laced in soot;
But victorious cries! When the champion is carried by your foot.