WHEN YOUTH IS PAST.


BEAUTIFUL! yes; but the blush will fade,

The light grow dim which the blue eyes wear; 

The gloss will vanish from curl and braid,

And the sunbeam die in the waving hair. 

Turn from the mirror, and strive to win

Treasures of loveliness still to last; 

Gather earth's glory and bloom within,

That the soul may be bright when youth is past.




 

Mrs. Osgood.