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The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||
[IV. O the days of blooming youth are gone]
O the days of blooming youth are gone!
How swift the years are hasting on!
My eye has lost its lustre bright;
My flowing locks are thin and white.
The blissful moments would not stay;
Like dreams, they glided quick away:
But still in memory they remain;
Those happy hours are young again.
How swift the years are hasting on!
My eye has lost its lustre bright;
My flowing locks are thin and white.
The blissful moments would not stay;
Like dreams, they glided quick away:
But still in memory they remain;
Those happy hours are young again.
And oh! may they be ever there,
As dear to me, as sweet and fair;
And even till life's last sand is run,
O may they flow as brightly on!
My eye grows dim; my pulse beats still;
Life's winter waxes dark and chill:
But still youth's dreams are fresh and bright;
Still burns as pure love's holy light.
As dear to me, as sweet and fair;
And even till life's last sand is run,
O may they flow as brightly on!
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Life's winter waxes dark and chill:
But still youth's dreams are fresh and bright;
Still burns as pure love's holy light.
The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||