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.
by: Richard Henry Stoddard
