Classic Poem

My Julia! 'tis sweet to think
How once, in boyhood's sweet delight,
I wandered by the river's brink,
Or under trees of wond'rous height;
When, far, in fields thou knowest not,
I roved beneath the summer sun,
And rested in the lonely cot
When all my daily sports were done.
Sweeter in memory, when past,
Are all our joys than while they last.