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.