Poems (E. L. F.)/Childhood
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For works with similar titles, see Childhood.
CHILDHOOD.
The years of childhood fleet away,
Like dewdrops on the quivering spray
Before the blush of morn;
But then the memory of years,
Like some bright vision, reappears,
Our life-scene to adorn.
Like dewdrops on the quivering spray
Before the blush of morn;
But then the memory of years,
Like some bright vision, reappears,
Our life-scene to adorn.
The scenes of childhood are too bright,
Too full of hope and life and light,
To guide our weary way;
And things of earth we loved in youth,
With all the trusting tones of truth,
Too often fade away.
Too full of hope and life and light,
To guide our weary way;
And things of earth we loved in youth,
With all the trusting tones of truth,
Too often fade away.
Childhood's joys are best and fairest,
Childhood's griefs are least and rarest,
Childhood's days are bliss:
When years have stamped the brow of man
With characters of life's brief span,
His heart will echo this.
Childhood's griefs are least and rarest,
Childhood's days are bliss:
When years have stamped the brow of man
With characters of life's brief span,
His heart will echo this.
When years of sorrow blight the heart,
And cherished hopes and joys depart
Like visions of the night,
'Twill soothe the inmost soul to trace
The scenes that time can ne'er efface—
Our infant hours of light.
And cherished hopes and joys depart
Like visions of the night,
'Twill soothe the inmost soul to trace
The scenes that time can ne'er efface—
Our infant hours of light.