Oh, would that I could know again,
The happy visions of my youth.
Oh, would I were a boy again, &c.
’Tis vain to mourn that years have shown
How false these fairy visions were,
Or murmur that mine eyes have known
The burden of a fleeting tear;
But still the heart will fondly cling
To hopes no longer prized as truth,
And memory still delights to bring