YESTERDAY.
A SONG.
Why my truant thoughts return
O'er the pleasing past to stray,
Why my fancy wilt thou mourn
The lost delights of yesterday!
O'er the pleasing past to stray,
Why my fancy wilt thou mourn
The lost delights of yesterday!
Light-wing'd minutes, laughing hours,
Blushing youth, and pleasure gay,
Careless ease and social pow'rs,
Are ye too fled with yesterday!
Blushing youth, and pleasure gay,
Careless ease and social pow'rs,
Are ye too fled with yesterday!
