"Young woman,
Young man,
Life turns for you.

This is a magic time,
a mythic passage,
In your becoming.

We who welcome you,
None of us is too old
So as to have forgotten
— the mystery of not
— the delight of first
— the impatience to hurry
what will come next,
— the terrible wonderfulness
of the changes.

Don't forget.
We remember.
And with memory and hope
We welcome you,
Knowing what you may become
Is a bud
Bursting into a flower
Just now.

To you,
young man,
To you,
young woman.
We wish
all the mystery,
all the discovery,
all the moments,
all the changes
That are yours.
We can't give them;
For they are yours
To take!"