Departed Days

Yes, dear departed cherished days, Could memory's hand restore Your niorniiig Ught. yuur eveuing rays, From Time's gray uní once more. - Then might thi& restiess heart be still, This slnuinnu' oye might clO3B, And Hope lier faintiiig piojonö fuld, Wliile the fair phantoius lose. Bnt, like a cliild in ocean's arms, We s-trive against Uie streatn, Each momen; íurtlier from the shore, Whero lite's yonnjí fountain's gleam - Each moment fainter wave the íields, - And wilder rolls the sea; The mist grows dark - the sun goes down - Day breaks - and where are we 1