A SONG.

As fancy breathes her gentlest gale O'er memory's shallop, bright with flowers, And up the stream of Time you sail To visit childhood's fairy bowers— As early scenes bring to your mind The day gone by of youthful greeting— The joys and pleasures left behind, As bright, as transient, and as fleeting As sunshine on a summer's day— One moment bright, but ere the hour Hath passed, the landscape wears a frown, And then 'tis darkened by a shower: Oh, cherish, as in other days, One passing thought, one precious tear, When o'er the past thy vision strays, For him who writes this tribute here! And may thy dreams, so glad in youth, As Time with tireless pinions fly, Unfold in happiness and truth, And sit amid a cloudless sky!