THE SLIDING BOY.

THE SLIDING BOY.

He

A moment, then comes rattling down;

A sudden fall, a bleeding crown.

In silence as he glides again;

The soberer course which follows pain.

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YOUTH.

YOUTH.

That

I cannot with reproaches stone,

For ever, ever gone!

And thou hast duly borne the rod;

Thou sweetest gift of God.

And his sublime aspirings trace,

He challenged Fate to race.

Some flowers of his beyond the tomb,

May renovate their bloom.

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