Days of My Youth

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 vigour 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 you have 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 you 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.