We will embitter years,

And in our youth lay up for age

Only remorse and tears.

Miss Landon.

Days of my youth! ye have glided away;

Hairs of my youth! ye are frosted and gray;

Eyes of my youth! your keen sight is no more;

Cheeks of my youth! ye are furrow’d all o’er;

Strength of my youth! all your vigour is gone;