I would give the hopes of years!
For those by-gone hours!
’Tis sad—’tis sad to number o’er
The faces glad and gay,
Which we have loved! Some smile no more,
Around us as they did of yore!
And some have turn’d away!
Could those days, &c.
’Tis sad—’tis sad to come again,
With changed heart and brow,