...our life's early promise, So passing the spring- tide of joy we have known: Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve,...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his...

...AMERICAN MONTHLY M U. V7 IN t. • THE PRATTLE OF AN OLD FRIEND TO THE YOUNG. " Give me 'baclc, gire ftie back the wild freshness of morning ! " Her clouds, and her tears are worth evening's hest light." FROM my chimney corner I address my thoughts to the young. .1 gaze upon the fire, and...

...Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. Oh ! who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame,...

...1^ach wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; Give me hack, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best...

...wave, that we dauced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me b.ick, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best...

...morning, ebbs from °*j And leaves us, al eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of ¡»lories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve...— Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Horning, lier clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's...

...until we are as old as themselves :— •' Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The decline of our day, the calm eve of our night. ; Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning, — Its clouds and its tears are worth evening's last light." First Love ! thou visitant from Heaven...

...morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at ere, on the bleak shore alone! Ne'er tell me of gloríe«, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Gire me back, give me back the wild, freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth...

...that we danced on at morning ebbs from us, • _ And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his...

...wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us. And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone 1 Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. Oh ! who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his...