My youngest flirting with your daughter.
And soon we 'll speak of bygone days,
Of dearest friends, now dead or scattered,
Of hopes dispelled and visions fled, -
A rising tear? - as if it mattered!
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A rosebud once - a century since, -
A bit of hair - O kindly feeling!
O pleasant memories, fond and fair!
O youth again upon us stealing!
Ah, Jenny! when relentless Time
Our youth has swept away forever,
We 'll keep our youthful hearts, I pray;
Our faith, our hope, shall leave us never!
And then we 'll know, while Memory brings
Back days of friendship and affection,
Age loses pleasures, but it gains
The sweet, sad joy of Retrospection.