Eyes of my age! be religion your light;

Thoughts of my age! dread not the cold sod;

Hopes of my age! be ye fixed on your God!

C. Tucker.

Come, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest,

Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maze;

Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest,

And joy’s pure sunbeams tremble in thy ways;

Come while sweet buds, like summer flowers unfolding,

Waken rich feelings in the careless breast;