R.H. Stoddard

“Gains for all our lossesThere are gains for all our lossesThere are balms for all our painsBut when youth the dream departsIt takes some thing from our heartsAnd never comes againWe are stronger and are betterUnder manhood’s sterner reignStill we feel that some thing sweet Followed youth with flying feetAnd will never come again.Some thing beautiful has vanishedAnd we sigh for it in vainWe behold it every where----On the earth and in the air----But it never comes again.”