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

Following 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!