New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-07-27

Acht hhoeltI Essay Ou Inc Aluit7 VI
Europe" In this aforementioned paper the reader
vii find en- ample store Of curious information in re-
,srd to the French, English and Austrian armies,
which cannot fail to excite good deal of interest at
he present time. Unknown Tongues" is the title Of
IN admirable popular exposition Of the language Of
nmals written with great intelligence and vivacity.
Life Among the Aomons' is 6 seasonable sketch
Il manners and customs among the Lstter-Day
saints. Tie River Fisheries Of North America
esen several important facts the art cisl prop
cation Of fish. " About Babies % has several
ouches of lively badinsge, and " Twice Married
continues the charming Yankee story of which we
ave already had several chapters. Sir John Suck
ng is the subject of agreeable literary criticism.
If tie poetry we must permit the following to speak
Or itself and for its author, whose quan, pen will be
1 once recognized.
MY LOST YOUTH.
OFTES think of the beau tiful town
Thst is seated by the sea;
Often in thought 60 up and down
The pleasant s'reets OF that dear old town,
And my youth comes back . me.
And a verse Of a Lspland song
Il haunting my memory stlll
a boys will Is the winds will,
And the thou ghts Of youth are long, long Thoughts
can gee the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden CLEANS
The sheen of tie far surrounding seas,
And islands tha, were the Hesperdes
OF all my boyirh dreams.
AND the burden of that old song,
1t murmurs and whispers -tlll;
% a boys will Is the wind Will,
And the thoughts of youth are long hong thoughts
remember the black wharves and the slips
Ard the sea-tides tossing free;
And Spanish sailors with bearded lps,
And the beauty and mystery OF the ships,
And the magic of the sea.
And the voice Of Tia; waywari song
II singing and saying still:
4 boys will ia the winds viii,
And the thoughts Of youth are long, long thoughts"
remember the buwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill
The sunrise gun with rs hollow roar,
The drum-beGt repeated DER and Ger,
And the bug wild and shrll.
And the music of that old song
ThiObs in my memory still:
A boys will il the wiud's will,
And the thoughts of youth arc long, long thoughts
remember the sea-fght far away
How it numbered Ter the tide
And the dead captains. az they lay
IL their graves Oeflookipg the tranquil bay,
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with a Thrill:
A boy will is the winds viii,
And the thoughts ofyoath are long, long thoughts"
l can see the breezy dome Of groves,
The shadows of Dccring woods
And the friendships old and tie early loves
Come back With sabbath sound, as OF doves
In quiet neigl bofhOods.
Ard the vorfe Of that sweet old song,
j. futtcrs and murmurs still:
4 boys will Is tie winds VIII,
And the thoughts ofyouih are long, long thoughts"
remember tie CLEANS and glooms that dar.
Across the schOolboy's brain;
The song ard the silence in the heart,
That in par are prophecies, and in part
Are Ongings wild and win.
And the voice OF that htiul song
Sings on, aud is never still
4 boys will Is the winds vii,
And the thoughts OF youth are long, long thoughts.
There ore things Of which may not speak
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are hts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the check
And mist before the eye.
And the words Of that fatal song
Come over me Ike . chill:
A boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts Of outh are long long thoughts"
Strange 10 me now are the forms l meet
When viiit the dear old town;
But the native air II pure and sweet
And the trees tina; oershadow each well known
As they balance up and down, stree',
Are singing tle DtdutiAui sung
Are signing and whispering still;
a boy 8 will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long long thoushs.'
And Deericgs Woods are fresh and fair,
And with Joy that IA almost pain
Nv heart goes back 70 wander there,
Aud among the dreams of the days that were
find ms lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating Il still:
" A boy will il the winds will,
And the thoughts OF youth are long, long ihsughs"