Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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WE CANNOT LIVE OUR DAYS AGAIN. |
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WE CANNOT LIVE OUR DAYS AGAIN.
We cannot live our days again,
But we can dream them o'er;
Thus nightly visions, free from pain,
Youth's sunny hours restore;
And, oh! who would not prize the past,
To love—to memory dear;
The golden moments could not last,
But they in dreams appear.
But we can dream them o'er;
Thus nightly visions, free from pain,
Youth's sunny hours restore;
And, oh! who would not prize the past,
To love—to memory dear;
The golden moments could not last,
But they in dreams appear.
Thus oft times summer's fairest child—
Though summer's taken wing—
The rose-bud, 'mid the wintry wild,
Comes like a dream of spring,
Till, 'neath some blast it bows and breaks
In beauty's sad decay,
And 'mid fond dreams the morning wakes
To chase them all away.
Though summer's taken wing—
The rose-bud, 'mid the wintry wild,
Comes like a dream of spring,
Till, 'neath some blast it bows and breaks
In beauty's sad decay,
And 'mid fond dreams the morning wakes
To chase them all away.
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