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A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW.
Oh, when I was a tiny boy
My mates were blithe and kind !
To cast a look behind !
A hoop was an eternal round
A top a joyous thing ; -
And careful thoughts the string !
My marbles once my bag was stor’d, -
With Theseus for a taw!
And harness'd to the law !
My kite - how fast and far it flew !
My pleasure from the sky! 'Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote
my present dreams Will never soar so high!
My joys are wingless all and dead;
My flights soon find a fall;
And seldom with a call !
My football's laid upon the shelf ;
The world knocks to and fro; -
No more in noontide sun I bask;
My head 's ne'er out of school :
And friends grown strangely cool!
cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake,
It makes me shrink and sigh:On this I will not dwell and hang, The changeling would not feel a pang
Though these should meet his eye!
No skies so blue or so serene
As cloth'd the play-ground tree !
That change resides in me!
O, for the garb that mark'd the boy,
Well ink'd with black and red;
Repose upon my head!
O, for the riband round the neck!
My book and collar both !
A boy of larger growth?
() for that small, small beer anew ! And (heaven's own type) that mild sky-blue
That wash'd my sweet meals down ; The master even !- and that small Turk That fagg’d me! worse is now my work
A fag for all the town!
O for the lessons learn'd by heart !
birch's smart Should mark those hours again ; I'd “kiss the rod," and be resign'd Beneath the stroke, and even find
Some sugar in the cane!
The Arabian Nights rehears'd in bed !
By stealth, 'twixt verb and noun !
Exactly like Miss Brown!
The omne bene — Christmas come!
Merit had prizes then!
Without the silver pen !
Then home, sweet home! the crowded coach
The winding horns like rams'!
No satis' to the ‘jams !
When that I was a tiny boy
My mates were blithe and kind!
To cast a look behind!