THE world grows young in the smile of Spring --

The Spring they never will see;

For them in vain will the skylark sing

And the green burst forth on the tree.

They do not know that the daffodil's here

And the gardens are gay with gold,

Dead heroes who went to the war last year,

The young who will never grow old.

They were planning their lives a year ago,

With visions and hopes they thrilled --

With visions and hopes that were all laid low,

And with dreams that were unfulfilled.

Now some of them lie 'neath the restless wave,

And some lie under the mould,

The strong and handsome, the noble and brave --

The young who will never grow old.

The hand of Time cannot hurt them now,

Nor burden their hearts with cares;

Age cannot furrow the cheek or brow,

Bright youth is eternally theirs.

In history written, by poets sung,

Their deathless deeds shall be told,

And England will cherish immortal the young --

The young who will never grow old.