It Never Comes Again

There are gain fog uil our lo&s., There nrc hnhus for uil our pain, Hut when youth, the dreum, dep:irts, lt lukes lónietfatnfl from our hwits, And it nevcr cnnies aiin. Wc are stroncr, nnd are bcttcr, l'nder maniiood's sterner reign ; still ws icel that Bometfaing Strórt I'nllowed youtJi with liyin fcet, A ad wilt ncvLi come Rgmin. Somcthing bcautffa! is vanislicd, And w Mirli for it in vain ; Wc bthold it cvcrywlicrc, Uq tlie eaith, ind in tiic :iir, Jlut it qqvr cqmcs again.