YOUNG AGAIN.

Young again! Young again! Beating heart! I deemed that sorrow, With its torture-rack of pain, Had eclipsed each bright to-morrow;

And that Love could never rise Into life's cerulean skies, Singing the divine refrain — “Young again! Young again!”

Young again! Young again! Passion dies as we grow older; Love that in repose has lain, Takes a higher flight, and bolder:

Fresh from rest and dewy sleep, Like the skylark's matin sweep, Singing the divine refrain — “Young again! Young again!”

Young again! Young again! Book of Youth, thy sunny pages Here and there a tear may stain, But‘ tis Love that makes us sages.

Love, Hope, Youth — blest trinity! Wanting these, and what were we? Who would chant the sweet refrain — “Young again! Young again!”