there are gains for all our losses,

　　 there are balms for all our pain;

　　 but when youth, the dream, departs

　　 it takes something from our hearts,

　　 and it never comes again.

　　 we are stronger, and are better,

　　 under manhood’s sterner reign;

　　 still we feel that something sweet

　　 followed youth, with flying feet,

　　 and will never come again.

　　 something beautiful is vanished,

　　 and we sigh for it in vain;

　　 we behold it everywhere,

　　 on the earth, and in the air,

　　 but it never comes again!