Were I Young Again

I F I were only young again and knew ambition's power,
      If I were only young again, I think in one short hour
I might perceive so many things I saw not years ago,
When up and down the old cow-path I often used to go.

If I could but be young again, I certainly would build
A house of wisdom in this shack, so scantily now filled,
And I would have foundations firm and solid as a rock,
And match and joint a structure good, from bottom to the
     top.

If I were only young again and morning gave me light,
My day would be a great storehouse, with food for all in
     sight,
And from my books, the food for thought, would surely sow
     the seed
Of truth and prudence in the way of everyone in need.

If I were only young again the picture I would paint,
Would keep life's brush so busy, its scenes would show no
     taint;
And while I painted ways so fair, would garner up a store
Of golden sheaves for sowing, in the hearts of many more.

But I cannot be young again--that never more shall be-
Except my youth may be restored, across some unknown
     sea;
Then though the waves may buffet me, where'er my oars I
     dip;
I still might make a record run to port, upon life's ship.