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THE THREE AGES OF HUMAN LIFE.
Childhood, careless age, farewell! Thy scenes have passed away,And it makes the heart in my bosom swell,While thus I sing thy parting knell, And think of thy joyous day.
Youth, thou art speeding on thy course, And art gliding swiftly by;Each hour augments the rapid forceWith which, like a torrent from its source, Thy rapid moments fly.
Age, with the silver locks art thou Destined my fate to mark?
