PREFACE
PREFACEAhh the joys of youth the joys of those halcyon days whenst the year be one long spring andst we dance the Baccanalia andst didst laugh andst sing andst swing the airs where clear andst the perfumes sweet to meet ‘neath rose bush with nymphs or satyrs where the eyes where bright that never knew a tear where our lips only knew smiling andst our kisses where pure whenst we where pure andst whenst everything was pure Ohh howeth we where glad of each new day when the light was bright andst all things pure