The joys of former years have fled,
Like meteors through the midnight skies;
The brief but brilliant light they shed,
Serves but to blind our anxious eyes:
So flee the joy of early days,
And perish like the meteor’s blaze.
The joys of former years decay
Like summer flow’rs we linger o’er,
While, one by one, they fade away,
And fall to earth to bloom no more;