Nel Mezzo del Cammin
Whisper it not that late in years
Sorrow shall fade and the world be brighter,
Life be freed of tremor and tears,
Heads be wiser and hearts be lighter.
Ah! but the dream that all endears,
The dream we sell for your pottage of truth—-
Give us again the passion of youth,
Sorrow shall fade and the world be brighter.