Love, the baby, br Crept abroad to pluck a flower: br One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe; br One said, Wait the hour. br br Love, the boy, br Joined the youngsters at their play: br But they gave him little joy, br And he went away. br br Love, the youth, br Roamed the country, quiver-laden; br From him fled away in sooth br Many a man and maiden! br br Love, the man, br Sought a service all about; br But they called him feeble, one br They could do without. br br Love, the aged, br Walking, bowed, the shadeless miles, br Read a volume many-paged, br Full of tears and smiles.