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CHILDHOOD'S HEART.
Childhood's heart its grief displayeth,
Like a shade at morning cast,
Every moment it decayeth;
In an hour, or two, 'tis past!
But the grief of Age still lieth
Like the shade of closing day—
Length'ning—deep'ning—till it dieth
In the grave of night away!
Like a shade at morning cast,
Every moment it decayeth;
In an hour, or two, 'tis past!
But the grief of Age still lieth
Like the shade of closing day—
Length'ning—deep'ning—till it dieth
In the grave of night away!
Youthful friendship quickly bloometh,
Quickly fades, and blooms again;—
But the friends which Age entombeth,
Age shall seek, and mourn in vain.
Firmly Manhood's foot is planted,
Full of independent glow;—
Age soon finds his room is wanted:
Blest are they who soonest go!
Quickly fades, and blooms again;—
But the friends which Age entombeth,
Age shall seek, and mourn in vain.
Firmly Manhood's foot is planted,
Full of independent glow;—
Age soon finds his room is wanted:
Blest are they who soonest go!
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