DAYS OF MY YOUTH.
Days of my youth! ye have glided away,
Hairs of my youth! ye are frosted and gray;
Eyes of my youth! your keen sight is no more;
Cheeks of my youth! ye are furrow'd all o'er;
Strength of my youth! all your vigour is gone;
Thoughts of my youth! all your visions are flown!
Days of my youth! I wish not your recall,
Hairs of my youth! I'm content you should fall;
Eyes of my youth! ye much evil have seen;