on the death of the marquis of hastings.
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Our early hopes of wealth and fame
Leave shattered wrecks behind;
Yet the phantoms of our early dreams
Return on the waves of Time!
Leave shattered wrecks behind;
Yet the phantoms of our early dreams
Return on the waves of Time!
Oh! there are thoughts, still so dear,
Of moments past and o'er;
We feel the world we would gladly give
To recall them back once more.
Of moments past and o'er;
We feel the world we would gladly give
To recall them back once more.
We pause to think of vacant seats,
Of many a long lost face;
For some have sought a distant land,
And some have run their race!
Of many a long lost face;
For some have sought a distant land,
And some have run their race!
Some lie alone on alien shores,
Some rest beneath the waves;
Whilst others, too, alas! have sunk
Into an early grave!
Some rest beneath the waves;
Whilst others, too, alas! have sunk
Into an early grave!
Our childhood's days we little heed,
They are our happiest time,
Until, alas! we sigh to feel
Too soon they're left behind!
They are our happiest time,
Until, alas! we sigh to feel
Too soon they're left behind!
