Yesterday: a Song

Why my truant thoughts returnO'er the pleasing past to stray,Why my fancy wilt thou mournThe lost delights of yesterday!

Light-wing'd minutes, laughing hours,Blushing youth, and pleasure gay,Careless ease and social pow'rs,Are ye too fled with yesterday!

Scenes of vanish'd bliss adieu!Flit ye airy shapes away!Hope gives a morrow to my viewWhich looks not back on yesterday!