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Show Th Oayi of Our Youlh. Oh. talk not to nm of a name great In utory. The dnys of our outh aro the days of our glor , And Hie m)rtte und Ivy of ancel two and twent) Are viorth ull yoiir laurel, thoush ever to plenty. What are KarUmln and crown to the brow t nt U wrlnklrM? 'TIs bul a-i dead llower with Mny-de bcprln.tleil. Then away with all uch from the head that H Iioar! What care 1 for the wreaths that can only gv rIoi! Oh Fame' If I e're took delight In thy prahr. 'Twa lew for the Hake of thy high- aouudlng phrases. Than to ee the nrlKht eves of the dear one dlscoter 8he thought that 1 was not unworthy to io e her. There chlelc I ought thee, there only I found thee; Her gtarce wan I 1m beit of the rays that uiTOimd thee; When II irkled o'er aught that was brlcht In my utorj, I knew It was lote, and 1 felt It was Bloty. Lord Hyron. |
