YOUTHFUL DAYS. And witness, dear companion of my walks, Fast locked in mine, with pleasure such as love, But genuine, and art partner of them all. Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene! Thence with what pleasure have we just discerned His labouring team, that swerved not from the track, Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Groves, heaths, and smoking villages, remote. Q 129 Youthful Days. I still remember, nor without regret How oft, my slice of pocket-store consumed, I fed on scarlet hips and stony haws, No SOFA then awaited my return, Some youthful grace that age would gladly keep, Their length and colour from the locks they spare; That mounts the stile with ease, or leaps the fence, |