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!