The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!

And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.

A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.