The Flight of Youth

by Richard Henry Stoddard

There are gains for all our losses,   There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts,   And it never comes again. We are stronger, and are better,   Under manhood’s sterner reign: Still we feel that something sweet Followed youth, with flying feet,   And will never come again. Something beautiful is vanished,   And we sigh for it in vain: We behold it everywhere, On the earth, and in the air,   But it never comes again.

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