noon
So I am quite sure this apparently soulless bit of carved ivory sighs inaudibly to feel again the touch of a warm and young hand , to be held before gay and smiling eyes , to have a flower-fresh face bent over it once more . `` Accept it , then , my child , with your old friend 's love . Use it in your happy hours , dream over it a little , sigh lightly ; and then smile to remember that this is your Hour , that you are young , and life and love are yours . It is in such youthful and happy smiles that we whose day declines may relive for a brief and bright space our golden noon . Shall I tell you a secret , before your time to know it ? _ Youth alone is eternal and immortal ! _ How do I know ?