{36} Taught us the boundaries of our abode,— The gulf ’twixt heaven and earth. A bridge unseen The hope or faith of man might build between Our home on earth and some celestial shore; But ’twas for us no longer to explore The paths of brave adventure which we trod In childhood, to the unknown lands of God. {37} YOUTH The child is not the dreamer; but the youth. The No dream can lend enchantment to the truth In childhood, and no glamour from afar Can make its paths more wondrous than they are. Nor was there any need for us to dream When every field and flower and hill and stream Fulfilled the heart’s desire, and hope could feign No love or joy our world did not contain. The dreamer is the youth who finds the ends