CHAPITRE DEUXIÈME

Give me, oh! give me back the days

When II too— was young,

And felt, as they now feel, each coming hour, New consciou ess oi POWE.. «, +, os oo ve 0 0e

The fields, the grove, the air was haunted, |

And all that age has disenchanted,

Give me, oh! give youth’s passions unconfined,

The rush of joy that felt almost like pain.