I WOULD I WERE STILL A BOY.
Oh! joy, for a fancied rest
Instead of this grind, a toy.
God seems to know what is best,
But would I were still a boy.
Oh! man, and a heartsick smile,
Has something gone wrong ahead?
Why! life is scarcely worth while,
If man can wish himself dead.
Oh! well, poor fellow, I know
Some have it better than you.
But, man! wherever you go,
The satisfied are the few.
Go seek ye, and ye shall find
The light of eternal joy.
When Faith once enters the mind,
Again you will be a boy.