 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
THE REMEMBRANCE OF YOUTH IS A SIGH.
O yes, we may weep over moments departed,
And look on the past with a sorrowful eye,
For who, roving on through the world weary hearted,
But feels “The remembrance of youth is a sigh?”
And look on the past with a sorrowful eye,
For who, roving on through the world weary hearted,
But feels “The remembrance of youth is a sigh?”
Though earth still may wear all its verdure and flowers,
Though our pathway may smile 'neath a bright summer sky,
Yet the serpent lies hid in life's sunniest bowers,
And still “The remembrance of youth is a sigh.”
Though our pathway may smile 'neath a bright summer sky,
Yet the serpent lies hid in life's sunniest bowers,
And still “The remembrance of youth is a sigh.”
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Then surely the heart whose best pleasures have vanished,
As spring birds depart when cold winter draws nigh,
The bosom whence hope's sweet illusions are banished,
Must know “The remembrance of youth is a sigh.”
As spring birds depart when cold winter draws nigh,
The bosom whence hope's sweet illusions are banished,
Must know “The remembrance of youth is a sigh.”
Too early have faded my moments of gladness,
Ere the bloom and the spring-time of youth are gone by;
Too early my days have been shrouded by sadness,
And to me “The remembrance of youth is a sigh.”
Ere the bloom and the spring-time of youth are gone by;
Too early my days have been shrouded by sadness,
And to me “The remembrance of youth is a sigh.”
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |