YOUNG AGAIN.

Young again! Young again!

Beating heart! I deemed that sorrow,

With its torture-rack of pain,

Had eclipsed each bright to-morrow;

And that Love could never rise

Into life's cerulean skies,

Singing the divine refrain —

“Young again! Young again!”

Young again! Young again!

Passion dies as we grow older;

Love that in repose has lain,

Takes a higher flight, and bolder:

Fresh from rest and dewy sleep,

Like the skylark's matin sweep,

Singing the divine refrain —

“Young again! Young again!”

Young again! Young again!

Book of Youth, thy sunny pages

Here and there a tear may stain,

But‘ tis Love that makes us sages.

Love, Hope, Youth — blest trinity!

Wanting these, and what were we?

Who would chant the sweet refrain —

“Young again! Young again!”