Poetry

I ofien lliink ench tol Uring Ibrm That limps along in life's declino, Once liore a hnart as yourm, as warm, As íull of idle ihoughis as mine ! And eacli h ís liad its dieim ol'joy, IIs own unequnll'd pure romance 1 Commencing whcn ihe btusbing boy Fiiel tlir i I Js at lovely woman'tí glanco. nd each could tell his talo of youth ; Would ibiok na sccnes of love evince More passions, more unearllily truth, Tlinn any tale before or since. Yes ! (liey couid tell of tender lays At midnight pennsd :n classic alindes, Ot d.ys more bright than modern days - And inaids moro fair than modera maids. Of whispers in a willing ear. Ofltisseson a blushing cheek ; Each kiss. whisper far too dear, Our modern lips to give or spcik. Oípassions too unlimely crossed ; Of pnssions sbjfhted or betrayed - Of kindred spirits early lost, And buds that blossom'd bul to fade. Ofbeaniing eyes and tressrs gny, Elastic Cor ni and noble brow, And forma that have all passed away, And left them what we see theni now ! And is it thiis, ia human love So very light and ír.iil a thing ? And must you;h's bn'ghtest visión move Forever on Time's resiiejs wing ? Must all the eyes thnt slill are brisht, And all ihe V.ps thai laik of bliss, And all the for'ns so fftir to sight, Ilureaftor only comea to this ? Then what are earih'l test visiuns worth, If we ai lungih must lose then thua ? I f all we valué most on oaith Ere lonï m'iwt fade awny fram us ?