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				Title:     His Youth 
			    
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox [
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"Dying?  I am not dying?  Are you mad?
   You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?
_I_ think _you_ are a fiend, who would be glad
   To see me struggle in death's cold embrace.
"But, man, you lie! for I am strong--in truth
   Stronger than I have been in years; and soon
I shall feel young again as in my youth,
   My glorious youth--life's one great priceless boon.
"O youth, youth, youth!  O God! that golden time,
   When proud and glad I laughed the hours away.
Why, there's no sacrifice (perhaps no crime)
   I'd pause at, could it make me young to-day.
"But I'm not _old_!  I grew--just ill, somehow;
   Grew stiff of limb, and weak, and dim of sight.
It was but sickness.  I am better now,
   Oh, vastly better, ever since last night.
"And I could weep warm floods of happy tears
   To think my strength is coming back at last,
For I have dreamed of such an hour for years,
   As I lay thinking of my glorious past.
"You shake your head?  Why, man, if you were sane
   I'd strike you to my feet, I would, in truth.
How dare you tell me that my hopes are vain?
   How dare you say I have outlived my youth?
"'In heaven I may regain it'?  Oh, be still!
   I want no heaven but what my glad youth gave.
Its long, bright hours, its rapture and its thrill--
   O youth, youth, youth! it is my _youth_ I crave.
"There is no heaven!  There's nothing but a deep
   And yawning grave from which I shrink in fear.
I am not sure of even rest or sleep;
   Perhaps we lie and _think_ as I have here.
"Think, think, think, think, as we lie there and rot,
   And hear the young above us laugh in glee.
How dare you say I'm dying!  _I am not_.
   I would curse God if such a thing could be.
"Why, see me stand! why, hear this strong, full breath--
   Dare you repeat that silly, base untruth?"
A cry--a fall--the silence known as death
   Hushed his wild words.  Well, has he found his youth?
[The end]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem: His Youth
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