Youth is gay and buoyant,
      And joys seem lasting ever;
But time moves on with stately tread,
      And scatters daily oe’r our heads,
The frosts of chilly winter.

Youth is fair and sprightly,
      And craves but loves sweet token;
Yet age creeps on; the song is hushed;
      The fire departs; and hopes lie crushed
      Alas! How soon the ware¹ is broken

Salt Lake City
Jan 2nd 1882

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¹ I'm not totally sure of this word. It looks like “vare”
or “vane.” —BYP