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Glory, poetry, and love, Make youth beautiful, and pass As the hues that shine above Colour, but to quit, their glass. But we soon grow calm and cold As the grave to which we go; Fashion'd in one common mould, Pulse and step alike are slow.

We have lost the buoyant foot— We have lost the eager eye; All those inward chords are mute, Once so eager to reply. Is it not a constant sight— Is it not most wretched too— When we mark the weary plight In which life is hurried through?

Selfish, listless, Earth may wear All her summer wealth in vain— Though the stars be still as fair, Yet we watch them not again. Too much do we leave behind Sympathy with lovely things; And the worn and worldly mind Withers all life's fairy rings.

Glorious and beautiful Were youth's feeling and youth's thought— Would that we did not annul All that in us then was wrought! Would their influence could remain When the hope and dream depart; Would we might through life retain Still some youth within the heart! L. E. L.