The Daily Mississippi Clarion

Or can I view the change and blight
That years have wrought me in their flight
My sable silken locks turn grey,
My blushing bloom all fade away
And not regret that youth has passed,
That I am growing old so fast?
My golden dreams have long since flown
For time has robb'd me of mine own
And not alone the charms that grace
The buoyant form and beaming face.
But heart and feelings too are cold
Which tells me true I'm growing old
Revolving time no more can bring
To glad my heart another spring
No other flowers so fair shall bloom
Or scatter wide such sweet perfume
Though I may love and hope, 'tis vain
For I can ne'er feel young again
All heedless as the child at play
Amid the smiling joys of May.
Unmindful I of passing time
Whose tread was soft as evening chime,
Whose voice no warning told, the hours
Of youth were fleeting as the flowers.
But youth has passed and I awake
From those entrancing dreams that make
The mind forget - for time has told-
Sad monitor-I'm growing old.
But mem'ry still will wander o'er
The bright yet beaten paths of yore.

OLIVIA.
Coffeeville Miss.. April 14, 1866.