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YoUrn AND YEARS, BY James. Good
heaven what thing it is to be young,
aud in health, aud in high SPIRITS how
easy the load Of life sits upon one; how in.
significant are iis cares to its enjoyments;
every moment has its fitting dream; every
hour is becoming enjoyment, if we choose
to seek il; every flower, be il bitter or bo
il sweet, be il inodorous or be il peIiumed,
has is nectarial fall OF honcycd drops, rine
f'r the lip that will vouchsafo to press il.
But years, years, they bring on the autumn
Of the heart, when the bright and blooming
petals have passed away, when tho dreams
have vanished with the light slumbers Of
early years, and every thing is in the seed
for generations to come; we feel ourselves
the husks OF the earth, and find that Il is
time TO lall away, and give place to the


bloom and blossom Of another epoch.