The Flight of youth

Richard Henry Stoddard

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!