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THE STORY OF A LIFE.
The world smiled on me at my birth,—
Beneath a rose-hued sky,
Rocked on the summer waves of love,
My childhood glided by.
The world smiled on me at my birth,—
Beneath a rose-hued sky,
Rocked on the summer waves of love,
My childhood glided by.
My boyhood passed in lofty dreams,
In longings for the strife,
The glory, and the pageantry,
The tournament of life.
In longings for the strife,
The glory, and the pageantry,
The tournament of life.
At manhood's age, a being proud
And passionate, I stood;
Gold, lands, were mine, and through my veins
Went leaping princely blood.
And passionate, I stood;
Gold, lands, were mine, and through my veins
Went leaping princely blood.
