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

Following 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!