On life's wide scene you, too, have parts
That fate erelong shall bid you play;
Good-night!—with honest, gentle hearts
A kindly greeting go alway!
Good-night!—I'd say the griefs, the joys,
Just hinted in this mimic page,
The triumphs and defeats of boys,
Are but repeated in our age.
I'd say your woes were not less keen,
Your hopes more vain than those of men,