Classic Poem

I was a lover once—and were not you?
A reveller I joined gay Pleasure's crew.
But did not others share my merriment?
A madman I? But God my madness sent.
To-day enough. The gray hairs gather fast
And say that age has come and folly passed.
When it was time I sported with the throng,
But now to Wisdom all my days belong.