THE RIVER OF LIFE The more we live, more brief appear The gladsome current of our youth, But as the care worn cheek grows wan, When joys have lost their bloom and breath And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of Death, It may be strange yet who would change Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness; And those of youth, a seeming length, Proportion'd to their sweetness. Thomas Campbell |