Poems (Frances Elizabeth Browne)/The three ages of human life
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.
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 force
With which, like a torrent from its source,
Thy rapid moments fly.
And art gliding swiftly by;
Each hour augments the rapid force
With which, like a torrent from its source,
Thy rapid moments fly.
Age, with the silver locks art thou
Destined my fate to mark?
Cheerless and sad thou seemest now;
Thy withered cheek and thy wrinkled brow
Unlovely are and dark.
Destined my fate to mark?
Cheerless and sad thou seemest now;
Thy withered cheek and thy wrinkled brow
Unlovely are and dark.
Life, thou art ever changing, still
Fleeting from goal to goal,
With the stealthy pace of a trickling rill,
For eternity's boundless sea to fill
Thy fair, but fragile, bowl.
Fleeting from goal to goal,
With the stealthy pace of a trickling rill,
For eternity's boundless sea to fill
Thy fair, but fragile, bowl.