PANSIES. 
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.” 
OLD AGE. 
Somehow the flowers seem different now, 
The Daisies dimmer than of old; 
There ’re fewer blossoms on the bough, 
The Hawthorn buds look grey 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.” 
