204 DREAMS OF OUR EARLY DAYS. 



Farther advice. 



An lavor goth ewe lavar gwir. The old saying is a true saying, 

 Ne vedn nevera doas vAs a tavaz Never will come good from a ton- 

 re hir. gue too long. 

 Bes den heb tavaz a gollas e dir. But a man with no tongue shall 



lose his land. 



This is pei haps enough, of a dead language for one 

 number; if you have spare room, I may furnish you 

 with a Cornish story, lor the next, or a subsequent one. 



J. P. . 



DREAMS OF OUR EARLY DAYS. 



Dreams of our early days ! shall ye no more 



Rise on our weary vision : can ye spare 



Not even a single solitary gleam ? 



'Twould make the darknrss of old age less drear; 



As a stray beam of morning's cheering sun 



Shed for a moment through disparting clouds 



Gladdens one spot upon the gloomy sea. 



O ! extasies of childhood ! why confine 



Your soothing blandishments to life's young dawn ; 



Ere Pain hath set her seal upon the brow 



And ceaseless Care hath ploughed the pallid cheek 



Deeper than lengthened years ? \N ill ye still flee, 



Like lovely phantoms startled at the day, 



From Manhood's thoughtful gaze ? 



Visions of youth! 



Why circle round the soul, as yet untried 

 In the severe-humiliating truth 

 Of sterner life? Why lend your soothing power 

 To the strong spirit while before it lies 

 The world a seeming paradise? Old Age 

 Silent or sighing in its slow decay 

 And Manhood struggling through the tide of fate 

 Now on the surface now o'erspent below, 

 May better claim your phantasies of joy 

 Your fair illusions your sweet silver dreams. 



FRANZ. 



