When all I saw a rosy hue did wear,
And mirthful smiles did chase each transient tear!
When in my bosom slept its latent pride,
And, all unmoved by fashion’s gaudy glare,
No meteor bright had turned my feet aside,
And I, nor knew, nor dreamed, that evil could betide!
XIV.
O, those were halcyon days, those days of youth!
That sun-bright, dewy morning of my life,
When all around wore the bright garb of truth;