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MANHOOD. | 
What thoughts wouldst thou in me awaken ? 
Not love ? for that brings only tears— 
Nor friendship ? no, I was forsaken! 
Pleasure I have not known for years: 
The future I would not foresee, 
I know too much from what is past, 
No happiness is there for me, 
And troubles ever come too fast. 
Said Time, “No comfort have I brought, 
.The past to him’s one painful thought/ 7 
OLD AGE. 
Somehow the flowers seem different now. 
The Daisies dimmer than of old; 
There’s fewer blossoms on the bough, 
The Hawthorn buds look gray and cold; 
The Pansies wore another dye 
When I was young—when I was young! 
There’s not that blue about the sky 
Which every way in those days hung. 
There’s nothing now looks as it “ ought.” 
Said Time, “The change is in thy thought.” 
Miller. 
I think of thee at morn, when glisten 
The tearful dew-drops on the grass; 
I think of thee at eve, and listen, 
When the low, whispering breezes pass. 
K B. H. 
