Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1855-08-15
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From Putnams Magazine for August.
MY LOST YOUTH.

MY LOST YOUTH.
Often 1 think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me,
And verse of Lapland song
Is b uniting my memory still:
"A boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts
can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden CLEANS,
The sheen of the far surrounding seas,
And islands that were the Hesperides
OF all my boyish dreams.
And the burden of that old song,
1t murmurs and whispers still:
IA boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts"
remember the black wharves and the ships
And the seatides 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 that wayward song
Is singing and saying still:
A boys viii is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts
remember the buiwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hills
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated oer and Ger,
And the bugle wild and shriIl
And the music of that old song
Throbs in my memory still:
IA boys will is the winds will.
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
Thoughts
remember the sea-fight far away,
How it thundered o er the tide!
And the dead captains as they lay
In their graves, o erlooking the tranquil bay,
Where they in battle died
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with thrill
a boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts
can see the breezy dome of groves
The shadows of Deering's woods
And the friendships old aud the early loves
Come back with Sabbath sound, as ofsdoyes
In quiet neighborhoods.
And the Serse of that sweet old song,
1t fiutters and murmurs still:
" boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts"
remember the CLEANS and glooms that dart
Across the schoolboy's brain;
The song and the silence iu the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain
And the voice of that ftful song
Sings and is never still
"A boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts
There are things of which may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart
weak,
And mist before the eye
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like chilli
A boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts
Strange to me now are forms meet
When l visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that oershadow each ell-known
street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are singing and whispering still;
I" A boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth long, long
thoughts
And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,
And, with JOY that is almost pain,
My heart goes back 10 wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were
find my lost youth esa;ns
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating L still:
"a BOYS will is the winds viii,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts
LEFT HANDED CoMPLIMENr-A young exqui
site was lately listening to lady friend sing
rg a song, in which the following lines occur:
"By that fair brow where Innocence reposes
Like moonlight resting upon snow
Looking at him intenty she divided the word:
in the first line In a manner rather different from
the true version, and not particularly compli
mentary, thus:
.By that fair brow iwhere>in no sense reposes