THE TRIBUNE.
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For The Tribune.
CHILDHOOD. D....BI c. D. SrrAxr.
IT seems but yesterday stood
A child anon, the golden flowers,
And heard the music from the wood
The song birds greet the Summer hours.
A gentle, and unsinning child,
Whose heart was Tree from grief and care,
On whom the sunshine softly smiled.
Nor left stain Of ruin there.
But yes,erday-and now / tread
A pilgrim DER the sandy waste,
The flow ers in blight-the music fed
Nor lrf, an echo of the past;
Such is the feetins pace of time,
Which only mars the fairest page;
Since innocence is Childhood's Cline,
And sin and sorrow come with age.
o could we live those years again,
For ever live in Childhood's light,
Unknowing what is grief or pain,
Like Summer blossoms young and bright
An, beautiful those vanished days,
When life was linked to golden hours,
And all our thoughts and all our ways
Were minor'd in the Summer flowers
May, ls45.