Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE AGES OF MAN, by CHARLES HEAVYSEGE


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First Line: Childhood alone is glad. With it time flees
Last Line: We grow not merry though the dotard laughed.
Subject(s): Aging; Children; Life; Mankind; Childhood; Human Race


Childhood alone is glad. With it time flees
In constant mimes and bright festivities.
It, like the ever-restless butterfly,
Or seeks or settles on some flower of joy.
Youth chases pleasure, but oft starteth pain;
And love, youth's birthright, oft is love in vain;
While manhood follows wealth, or woos ambition,
That are but courted cares; and, with transition
Insensible, he enters upon age;
Thence gliding like a spectre from life's stage,
E'en through the door of dotage. So he passes
To second childhood; but, as quickening gases,
Being fled, leave zestless a once cheering draught,
We grow not merry though the Dotard laughed.





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