Asleep in the Bosom of Youth

Asleep in the bosom of youth, how long wilt thou rest?
Know that boyhood is shaken off like tow.
Are the days of dawn for ever? Rise, go forth—
See, the angels of old age do chasten thee betimes.
Then shake thyself from temporal things, as birds
That shake themselves from the drops of the night.
Dart like a swallow to find release from thy trespass,
And from the happenings of the day which rage like the ocean.
Pursue after thy King in the intimate company
Of souls that flow unto the goodness of the Lord.