Youth is a crier
That age hears with awe,
Down a new street calling
An old law.

That the world's on fire,
Youth has to tell;
Ringing an old alarm
On a new bell.

Old men at the curbing,
Once you went young,
And past old men,
Your siren rung.

Youth is disturbing,
With his one desire, —
He is the rung alarm;
He is the fire.