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Specimens of American poetry

with critical and biographical notices

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ST GEORGE TUCKER.

STANZAS.

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:

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Cheeks of my youth,
Ye are furrow'd all o'er:
Strength of my youth,
All your vigor is gone:
Thoughts of my youth,
Your gay visions are flown.
Days of my youth,
I wish not your recall:
Hairs of my youth,
I'm content ye should fall:
Eyes of my youth,
You much evil have seen:
Cheeks of my youth,
Bathed in tears have you been:
Thoughts of my youth,
You have led me astray:
Strength of my youth,
Why lament your decay?
Days of my age,
Ye will shortly be past:
Pains of my age,
Yet awhile ye can last:
Joys of my age,
In true wisdom delight:
Eyes of my age,
Be religion your light:
Thoughts of my age,
Dread ye not the cold sod:
Hopes of my age,
Be ye fix'd on your God.