UDet’sjfnmr. WHEN I WAS IX MY PRIME. itf'N'D of • pleasant time,— season bn? »ro,— The ever known, Or ever
... The morning mist aud ovoning haze, Unlike the cold, grey rime, Seem’d woven wave* of golden air When I was my prime. And blackberries, so mawkish now, Were finely flavour’d then, And hazel nuts such clusters thick 1 ne’er shall pluck again ; Nor strawb’ries ...