Oh, where are they who once did tread
With me, in youth’s sweet sunny morn,
The winding labyrinths that led
Where sweetest flowers the path adorn;
And gladsome birds send forth their lay,
And rivulets murmur on their way?
Oh, where are all the glad and gay,
That filled the brightly-lighted hall;
With loving hearts to music’s lay,
Responded to the joyous call?