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RETROSPECT OF YOUTH.
I wander'd forth amid the flow'rs,
And careless sipp'd the morning air;
Nor hail'd the angel-winged hours,
Nor saw that Happiness was there
Alas! I often since have wept
That Gratitude unconscious slept!
And careless sipp'd the morning air;
Nor hail'd the angel-winged hours,
Nor saw that Happiness was there
Alas! I often since have wept
That Gratitude unconscious slept!
For Truth and Pity then were young,
And walk'd in simple, narrow bounds:
Affection's meek, assuasive tongue,
Had sweet, but most capricious sounds.
Once, wild with scornful pride, she fled,
And only turn'd to seek the dead!
And walk'd in simple, narrow bounds:
Affection's meek, assuasive tongue,
Had sweet, but most capricious sounds.
Once, wild with scornful pride, she fled,
And only turn'd to seek the dead!
