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Poem
March 13, 1807
The Enquirer
Richmond, Henrico County, Virginia
What is this article about?
A reflective poem on the fleeting joys of youth, the decay of fancy and romance, and calm resignation to time's passage, drawing contentment from acceptance.
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RESIGNATION.
Days of my youth, ye are gliding away;
Days of my youth, ye will shortly be vanished;
Soon will the warm tints of fancy decay.
Soon from my cheek will the roses be banished.
Brief as the wild flower that lives on the spray,
Brief as the bright dew that hangs on the morning,
Youth gives its blossoms to life's barren way,
All the drear waste for an instant adorning
Soon will the hopes of my bosom be hush'd,
Soon will the hours of my day dreams be number'd,
Quickly the shoots of romance will be crush'd,
All will be fled that I've wish'd or I've slumbered.
Go then, ye warm beaming joys of a day;
Go then, ye moments of bliss and of sorrow;
Calm will I bend me to time's pale decay,
And from contentment new roses will borrow.
Days of my youth, ye are gliding away;
Days of my youth, ye will shortly be vanished;
Soon will the warm tints of fancy decay.
Soon from my cheek will the roses be banished.
Brief as the wild flower that lives on the spray,
Brief as the bright dew that hangs on the morning,
Youth gives its blossoms to life's barren way,
All the drear waste for an instant adorning
Soon will the hopes of my bosom be hush'd,
Soon will the hours of my day dreams be number'd,
Quickly the shoots of romance will be crush'd,
All will be fled that I've wish'd or I've slumbered.
Go then, ye warm beaming joys of a day;
Go then, ye moments of bliss and of sorrow;
Calm will I bend me to time's pale decay,
And from contentment new roses will borrow.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Youth
Resignation
Time Decay
Fleeting Joys
Contentment
Poem Details
Title
Resignation.
Key Lines
Days Of My Youth, Ye Are Gliding Away;
Brief As The Wild Flower That Lives On The Spray,
Go Then, Ye Warm Beaming Joys Of A Day;
Calm Will I Bend Me To Time's Pale Decay,