Whither away, youth, whither away,
With lightsome step, and with joyous heart,
And eyes that Hope's gay glances dart?
Whither away--whither away?
Into the world, the glorious world,
To gain the prize, of the brave and bold,
To snatch the crown from the age of gold--
Into the world--into the world!
Whither away, girl, whither away?
Thy soft blue eyes are suffused with love,
And thy smile is as bright as the sunshine above,--
Whither away, whither away?
Into the world, the beautiful world,
To meet the heart that must mate with mine,
And make the measure of life divine,--
Into the world, into the world.
Whither away, old man, whither away,
With locks of white, and form bent low,
And trembling hands, and steps so slow?
Whither away,--whither away?
Out of the world, Oh! the weary world,
With its empty pleasures, and poison'd joys,
Whose draught first gladdens, and then destroys--
Out of the world, out of the world,
With shatter'd hopes, and with feeble frame,
From Life's sharp struggle, and unsped aim,--
Out of the world, Oh! the weary world.
Whither away, poor one, whither away?
Hurrying swiftly, with weeping eyes,
And hectic cheeks, and smother'd sighs,
Whither away--whither away?
Out of the world, oh! the cold, cold world!
Oh! Father, my heart ... but there is rest
For the sinking soul, and the bruis'd breast,
Out of the world--out of the world!