To visit childhood's fairy bowers—
As early scenes bring to your mind
The day gone by of youthful greeting—
The joys and pleasures left behind,
As bright, as transient, and as fleeting
As sunshine on a summer's day—
One moment bright, but ere the hour
Hath passed, the landscape wears a frown,
And then 'tis darkened by a shower:
Oh, cherish, as in other days,