All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams
Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall,—
Like Banquo's offspring—floating past me seems
My childhood, in this childishness of mine:—
I care not—'t is a glimpse of "Auld Lang Syne."
XIX.
And though, as you remember, in a fit
Of wrath and rhyme, when juvenile and curly,
I railed at Scots to show my wrath and wit,
Which must be owned was sensitive and surly,