Classic Poem

Why fall the bonds of custom from us now,
And wonted scenes with virgin glory teem?
While tender memories o'ershade the brow,
And life grows sweet and solemn as a dream?
Spring to the earth has come; her fountains leap,
In fields of azure pearly clouds repose,
Meek flowers seem along the turf to creep,
And long the lingering twilight softly glows;
The unfettered streams to ocean's bosom rush,
Warm are the sands the radiant billows lave,
The foam-crests glisten with a brighter flush,
And childhood's sportive mood sways wind and wave;
Music and balm upon the air float free,
As if with youth renewed came immortality!