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!