Edgar A. Guest,
The Passing Throng
“ And who will take the time to look, will find the young bud there; The young bud nestled snug and warm against the winter's cold; The young bud being sheltered by the knowledge of the old. And when the spring shall come again—and gentle turns the day, The youthful bud will swell with strength and thrust the old away; The youthful bud will seek the breeze and hunger for the sun, And down to earth will fall the old with all its duty done. ”
