Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, /

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

In Buskined Measures Move Pale Grief And Pleasing Pain, With Horror, Tyrant Of The Throbbing Breast.

To Brisk Notes In Cadence Beating, Glance Their Many-twinkling Feet.

Gay Hope Is Theirs By Fancy Fed, Less Pleasing When Possest; The Tear Forgot As Soon As Shed, The Sunshine Of The Breast.

O'er Her Warm Cheek, And Rising Bosom, Move The Bloom Of Young Desire And Purple Light Of Love.