o young blood, how do you bleed and so red,
what time tells your tale and most honest right,
to rush forward and meet life or sweet death,
and to shine burning with passion and reason.
youth sells you short as virile but foolish
when the old and the aged are unwise,
but only unjust gloom is your peril,
for, just for you life is born and brought forth;
how you judge is made fair and so, fair for you,
you’ll see well all that leads you to want—
may you find the freest course then, for all:
sacrifices be sacrificed, undone;
the seeds of life begin in every choice
and fruit so fine with light and warm voice.