Excerpt from Poems of Childhood Childhood. In my poor mind it is most sweet to museUpon the days gone by; to act in thoughtPast seasons o'er, and be again a child. Blest hour of childhood; there, and there alone, Dance we the revels close round Pleasure's throne;Quaff the bright nectar from the fountain springs, And laugh beneath the rainbow of her wings.O! time of promise, hope, and incence, Of trust, and love, and happy igrance, When every dream is heaven, in whose fair joyExperience yet has thrown sad alloy;Whose pain, when fiercest, lacks the vemed pang, Which to maturer ill doth oft belong, When mute, and cold, we weep departed bliss, And Hope expires on broken happiness. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.