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VOYAGE OF LIFE.
The golden sails of Thought,
Fill'd with enchanted wind,
Swept to the land they sought—
Each shore and realm of mind!
Youth sat the helm above,
And mark'd each glorious trace—
All beauty—feeling—love—
All poetry and grace!
Fill'd with enchanted wind,
Swept to the land they sought—
Each shore and realm of mind!
Youth sat the helm above,
And mark'd each glorious trace—
All beauty—feeling—love—
All poetry and grace!
The weary sails of Thought
Were out upon the dark,
'Neath sky of storm inwrought,
With, wild and wide, a spark:
A star that might prevail
To point where dangers heaved.
'Twas Manhood reef'd the sail,
And mourn'd for Youth deceived.
Were out upon the dark,
'Neath sky of storm inwrought,
With, wild and wide, a spark:
A star that might prevail
To point where dangers heaved.
'Twas Manhood reef'd the sail,
And mourn'd for Youth deceived.
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The shatter'd sails of Thought,
All riven, went aground;
No shore that Youth had sought,
No port that Manhood found,
Proved like that heaven which shone
On golden sails of yore!
No; Life's romance was gone!
Youth's poetry was o'er!
All riven, went aground;
No shore that Youth had sought,
No port that Manhood found,
Proved like that heaven which shone
On golden sails of yore!
No; Life's romance was gone!
Youth's poetry was o'er!
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