LINES ON MY LAST BIRTHDAY.
Eighteen to-day! how swiftly time has sped
On his aerial flight! how silently
The days and weeks and months away have fled,
Bearing me forward on life's stormy sea,
Bearing me farther from those sunny hours
When life seemed bright, and buttercups and
daisies
I thought the fairest of the countless flowers
That gemmed the fields or wildwoods' devious mazes!
Alas! that childhood hours return no more,
Those golden moments of the happy mind,
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