Sonnet. (From the Portuguese of Semedo Song. (From the Spanish of Iglesias) POEMS. THE AGES. I. WHEN to the common rest that crowns our days, When, o'er the buds of youth, the death-wind blows, We think on what they were, with many fears Lest goodness die with them, and leave the coming years. II. And therefore, to our hearts, the days gone by,— 17 |