So vanishes my idle scheme That we through this long vernal day, Associates in their youthful play, 50 With them might travel in one stream. Ah! how should we whose heads are grey? Light was my heart, my spirits gay, And fondly did I dream. But now, recalled to consciousness, 55 With weight of years, of changed estate, Thought is not needed to repress Those shapeless fancies of delight That flash before my dazzled sight Upon this joy-devoted morn. 60 Gladly we seek the stillest nook Whence we may read, as in a book, A history of years gone by, Recalled to faded memory’s eye By bright reflection from the mirth 65 Of youthful hearts--a transient second-birth Of our own childish days. Pleasure unbidden is their guide Their leader--faithful to their side Prompting each wayward feat of strength: 70 The ambitious leap, the emulous race, The startling shout, the mimic chase, The simple half-disguisèd wile Detected through the flattering smile. A truce to this unbridled course 75 Doth intervene--no need of force. We spread upon the flowery grass The noontide meal--each lad and lass Obeys the call--we form a Round, And all are seated on the ground. 80 The sun’s meridian hour is passed, Again begins the emulous race, Again succeeds the sportive chase. And thus was spent that vernal day, Till twilight checked the noisy play; 85 Then did they feel a languor spread Over their limbs, the beating tread Was stilled--the busy throbbing heart-- And silently we all depart. The shelter of our rustic cot 90 Receives us, and we envy not The palace, or the stately dome; But wish that _all_ had such a home. Each child repeats his nightly prayer That God may bless their parents’ care 95 To guide them in the way of truth Through helpless childhood, giddy youth. The closing hymn of cheerful praise Doth yet again their spirits raise; But ’tis not now a thoughtless joy. 100 For tender parents, loving friends, And all the gifts God’s blessing sends, Feelingly do they bless his name.