Though years are multiplied between,
How brief, in varied joy and gloom,
Is Life’s wild, feverish, fitful scene.
But yesterday, and youth was drest
In dimpled and in smiling glee,
Drawn, with fond fervor, to her breast,
Or throned upon a mother’s knee.
To-day, and Time, with added years,
Has stampt his progress on our brow
In manhood’s pallid care, and tears