So fresh in my remembrance? Ah! how few
Are left to cherish the old memories!
Some, the dear playmates of my youthful days,
Rest in that sacred spot where the tall trees
Wave a kind requiem o’er the loved remains
Of many a cherished one, and others roam
To the far western land or sunny south
Where other friends, or other loves, are theirs.
A changing world is this, and if our hearts
Are here, how frail our tenure holds.