by Walter M. Lindsay
Oh! memory, let thy pilgrim feet
Unto the shores of youth return!
Where golden sands and billows meet,
The morning lights have ceased to burn.
Walk silent in the evening gray,
And hear the voices of the sea
Repeat the story of a day,
That never shall return to thee!
Brookdale, N. Y., January, 1856.
D. Appleton And Company,
346 And 348 Broadway