A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, " I wait for br you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears br and hours ache with songs unsung." br It says, "Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through br the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered br fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall br meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to br shore.