Alas! how quick it is the case,
The scion of youth is grown—
How soon it runs its morning race,
And beauty's sun goes down.


The Hope of Liberty. On Winter


Alas! how quick it is the case, The scion of youth is grown— How soon it runs its morning race, And beauty's sun goes down.

Alas! how quick it is the case, The scion of youth is grown— How soon it runs its morning race, And beauty's sun goes down.

Alas! how quick it is the case, The scion of youth is grown— How soon it runs its morning race, And beauty's sun goes down.

Alas! how quick it is the case, The scion of youth is grown— How soon it runs its morning race, And beauty's sun goes down.