And smiled upon my dawn of life like sunrise over flowers!
’Tis gone, alas—or faintly seen, is as a rainbow’s ray,
Far—far afield! and as I chase, the phantom flies away.
2.
Sure never have I been too young to sigh o’er vanished hopes;
As if life’s wishes all were made, before an eyelid opes!
Sure never came an hour to me, that brought not in its train,
Some blight to fair and fond desire, and longings nursed in vain.
3.
They dream who tell of life’s long hours, its brightest is its first,