Boy and the Age, The
“Take me by the hand and lead me,
To the Beauty that shallbe,”
Said a Boy, and gave his rosy palm
To the wrinkled Century.
Answered the chronic Sire,—
“I joy in thy desire,
But thy limbs are soft and small,
And I must march unresting;
I hear the Ages call!”
“I will step small and often,
‘Till I am high and strong,”
Said the little one, in tears.
“Come,” beckoned the vigorous Grey:
The Boy leapt laughing along,—
And now a MAN goes striding away,
In the van of the lagging years.
- Title
- Boy and the Age, The
- Alternative Title
- Take me by the hand and lead me
- Creator
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George Shepard Burleigh
- Bibliographic Citation
- George S. Burleigh Papers, 1825-1902. John Hay Library, Brown University. Small Scrapbook 100
- For The Republican
- V.II. 43
- Date
- 1850
- Subject
- Human Destiny
- note
- Date based on The Republican being under the editorship of William Burleigh for a few months of 1850. Subject to revision.
- Under the S.C. Merrigate pseudonym
- Text proceeding this poem reads: "[There is one peculiarity in the following poem, the mention of which may interest the curious in psychological investigation—it is literally a dream, written down immediately after waking, word for word, as it impressed itself upon the brain of the sleeper.—ED. REPUBLICAN.]"
- The intimacy of this reference from the editor leads me to think that George's brother William was in charge.
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The Boy and the Age