A Youth There Was
by Arthur M. Barber
1925
His heart was proud,
His head was high,
He looked his fellowman in the eye.
He had no care,
He had no fear,
For anything on this mundane sphere.
He chanced upon
A maid one day...
He married her, and by the way
He now knows every
Care and fear,
That exist on this whole mundane sphere.
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