Old? Nonsense! the earth is as young as a kitten!
'Tis only her garments look old—
The wrappings of grey she put on that sad day
When the last fires of autumn grew cold.
Just give them a rinse in the wash-tub of winter,
A dip in the dye-bath of spring.
Then deck her and dress her; caress her and bless her—
The earth is a merry young thing.