Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Childhood
For works with similar titles, see Childhood.
CHILDHOOD.
Dear moments of childhood! how swiftly ye flew,
No effort of mine can restore thee;
In silence ye breathed an eternal adieu,
And with painful regret we deplore thee.
No effort of mine can restore thee;
In silence ye breathed an eternal adieu,
And with painful regret we deplore thee.
The still stream of time is rapidly flowing,
Our juvenile hours are past,
And youth's gay dreams, with their warm tints glowing,
But a few brief hours can last.
Our juvenile hours are past,
And youth's gay dreams, with their warm tints glowing,
But a few brief hours can last.
The illusions of life are fleeting away,
Our journey will soon be o'er,
The sand of existence from day to day,
Flows on to eternity's shore.
Our journey will soon be o'er,
The sand of existence from day to day,
Flows on to eternity's shore.
On! on we are borne through the channel of Time,
To the deep futurity's ocean;
To a haven of bliss, to a sunny clime,
To a world of joyful emotion.
To the deep futurity's ocean;
To a haven of bliss, to a sunny clime,
To a world of joyful emotion.