there are gains for all our losses, there are balms for all our pain; but when youth, the dream, departs it takes something from our hearts, and it never comes again. we are stronger, and 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, and in the air, but it never comes again!