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YESTERDAY.

A SONG.

Why my truant thoughts return
O'er the pleasing past to stray,
Why my fancy wilt thou mourn
The lost delights of yesterday!

Light-wing'd minutes, laughing hours,
Blushing youth, and pleasure gay,
Careless ease and social pow'rs,
Are ye too fled with yesterday!