The Flight of Youth..

There are gains for all our loses
There are balms for all our pain
But when youth, the death, departs
It takes something from our hearts
And it never comes again

We are stranger & 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 & in the air
But it never comes again.