Days of My Youth - George Tucker

Days of my youth,     Ye have glided away; Hairs of my youth,     Ye are frosted and gray; Eyes of my youth,     Your keen sight is no more; Cheeks of my youth,     Ye are furrowed all o’er; Strength of my youth,     All your vigor is gone; Thoughts of my youth,     Your gay visions are flown. Days of my youth,     I wish not your recall; Hairs of my youth,     I ’m content ye should fall; Eyes of my youth,     You much evil have seen; Cheeks of my youth,     Bathed in tears have you been; Thoughts of my youth,     You have led me astray; Strength of my youth,     Why lament your decay? Days of my age,     Ye will shortly be past; Pains of my age,     Yet awhile ye can last; Joys of my age,     In true wisdom delight; Eyes of my age,     Be religion your light; Thoughts of my age,     Dread ye not the cold sod; Hopes of my age,     Be ye fixed on your God.