Here you will find the Poem Ehue! Fugaces, Posthume, Labuntur Anni of poet Jones Very
Fleeting years are ever bearing In their silent course away All that in our pleasures sharing Lent to life a cheering ray. Beauty's cheek but blooms to wither, Smiling hours but come to fly; They are gone; Time's but the giver Of whate'er is doomed to die. Thou may'st touch with blighting finger All that sense can here enjoy; Yet within my soul shall linger That which thou canst not destroy. Love's sweet voice shall there awaken Joys that earth cannot impart; Joys that live when thou hast taken All that here can charm the heart. As the years come gliding by me, Fancy's pleasing visions rise; Beauty's cheek, ah! still I see thee, Still your glances, soft blue eyes!
