YESTERDAY.

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.