The daily Minnesota pioneer. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1855, 1855-08-15
.s. From Putnam's Monthly.
MY LOST YOUTH.


Ofien think of the beautiful town
That ID seated by the sea,
Often In thought 60 up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth 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,
II murmurs and whispers still
"A boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
l remember the black wharves and the slips,
And the sea-tdes tossing free,
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and mystery of the ships,
And the magic Of the sea.
And the voice of that wayward song
IL singing and saying still:
ga boys will is the winds will,
Aud the thoughts of outh are long, long thoughts"
l remember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with the hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated DER and DER,
And the bugle wild and shrill.
And the music of that old song,
Throbs in my memory still:
"a boys will 10 the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are loLg, long thoughts"
remember the sea-fght far away,
How IL Numbered Ger the tide,
And the dead captains as they lay
In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil hay,
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mOurnful song
Goes through me with q thrill:
"a boys will 8 the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
can see the breezy dome of groves,
The shadows of behring's woods;
Awl f~sn del orIh ondf n
Come back with Sabbath sound, as OF doves
In quiet neghborhoods.
And the verse Of that sweet old song
Ithutters and murmurs still:
"a boys will is the winds WILL
And the thoughts of youth long, long thoughts"
remember the CLEANS and glooms that dart
Across the schoOlboys brain;
The song and the silence in the heart
That in part are prophecies, and IN part
Are longings wild and vain.
And the voice of that ftful song
Sings on, and In 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 bring pallor into the cheek,
And mist before the eye.
And the words Of that fatal song
Come over me like a chilli
"a boys will in the winds WILL /.
And the thoughts of youth long, long thoughts"
strange to me now are the folks meet
When visit the dear old town;
But the native air Is pure ard sweet,
And the trees that oershadOw each well known street
AS they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song
Arc signing and whispering still: ..
"A boys will 10 the winds will,
Aud the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
And behring's woods fresh and fair,
And with joy that 10 almost pain
My hesrt goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves repeating II still:
"A boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts