Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
The golden years become lower-middle-class life revisited. That's a bittersweet ending.
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