THOSE HAPPY DAYS.
I
Those happy days! Oh, let us strive
To throw as sweet a charm o'er these;
And ere we part, once more revive
The sports that never fail to please.
II
Light up again the marble hall,
And let the hearth more brightly blaze;
Each well remember'd smile recall,
And, oh! restore those happy days!
III
Those happy days! will they return?
The hearth is bright, the wreaths are fair,
The golden lamps around us burn,
Yet something still is wanting there.
IV
Where are the smiles? On lip, and cheek,
And hollow eye no smile we raise,
The friends of youth in vain we seek,
Nought can restore those happy days!
