Were destined to wither and perish at noon?
"On the past sadly musing, oh pause not a moment;
Could we live o’er again but one bright sunny day;
’Twere better than ages of present enjoyment,
In the memory of scenes that have long passed away.
"But time ne’er retraces the footsteps he measures;
In fancy alone with the past we can dwell;
Then take my last blessing, loved scene of young pleasures;
Dear home of my childhood—forever farewell!"
CHIEF JUSTICE GIBSON.