Читать книгу The Bay State Monthly. Volume 1, No. 5, May, 1884 - Various - Страница 2

Adown the aisles of yesterday

What fairy notes are ringing,

And strange, sweet odors, rich and rare,

The western winds are bringing!

The deeds we counted poor and mean,

Now shine with added glory,

And like a romance, reads the page

Of life's poor, meagre story.

But vanished from our wistful sight,

Too late for vain regretting,

The joys, that the remorseful heart

With sacred gold is setting.

Ah! dearest of all earthly hopes

Within the soul abiding,

The lost, lost life of yesterday

The heart is ever hiding.