There are gains for all our losses, There are
balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream,
departs, It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and
are better, Under manhood's sterner reign: Still
we feel that something sweet Followed youth, with
flying feet, And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished, And we sigh for
it in vain: We behold it everywhere, On the
earth, and in the air, But it never comes again.