BY G. A BERTIE.
STANZAS.
I am not what I was—the time’s gone by
When, bright and cloudless as the summer’s sky,
My day of life began;
When all was music to my raptured ear,
And, bounding onward, without grief or fear,
Eager my course I ran.
I am not what I was—the sense of youth,
And hope, and joyous feeling, and the truth