Gone are those days, and can never return—
We reap the crop we have sown.
Each of us thought that we should succeed,
Though others of course might fail;
And we went with the tide in our youthful pride,
Like a ship without a sail.
Where are they now all these friends of our youth?
Scattered abroad o'er the earth.
Some few are famous and some are dead,
And the world knew not their worth.