OF HIS PITIABLE TRANSFORMATION
| I who was young so long, Young and alert and gay, Now that my hair is grey, Begin to change my song. Now I know right from wrong, Now I know pay and pray, I who was young so long, Young and alert and gay. Now I follow the throng, Walk in the beaten way, Hear what the elders say, And own that I was wrong— I who was young so long. 1876. |