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!
