Delaware Gazette And State Journal

ONLY A WOMAN'S HAIR.
Hamilton day.

Younger, I might a thrill
Feel o'er this token still,
But by the ages' will
I am now wiser;
And this soft. silken lock
Gives not one bit of shock,
But even seems to mock
Time. the old miser.

Brings no fond dream of one
Whom I, when love begun.
Thought was star. moon and sun-
Whole constellation.
Now I look back and see
What a fool man can be-
None bigger then than me
In this big nation.

Once I'd have kissed this tress,
Called on the saints to bless
Each kiss and fond caress-
Now my gorge rises
Yet wise men go astray.
Seek gems in meanest clay.
Think night is brilliant day.
When love advises.

Now I am gray and grim,
Smile. too, at woman's whim,
Chuckle to hear the hymn
Others are singing.
Always of love and life.
Never of death or strife,
Nor of the woe so rife
The years are bringing

Well. let them drink the wine-
Full share of it was mine-
Bow at love's brittle shrine,
While it is morning.
Swift comes the arid noon,
And the brazen night soon.
And the harsh minor rune.
Sneering and scorning.