With blooming cheeks and beaming eye,
They dreamed of joy and heaved no sigh.
Some swept adown life’s rolling tide,
By summer breezes borne along,
With prosperous gale they gently glide,
Like some sweet fairy boat of song;
And bask in pleasure’s sunny fold,
And revel in their glittering gold.
And some are rudely borne along,
By dark misfortune’s chilly blast;