"Where is the World?" cries Young, at eighty [600]—"Where

The World in which a man was born?" Alas!

Where is the world of eight years past? 'T was there—

I look for it—'t is gone, a globe of glass!

Cracked, shivered, vanished, scarcely gazed on, ere[LD]A silent change dissolves the glittering mass.

Statesmen, Chiefs, Orators, Queens, Patriots, Kings,

And Dandies—all are gone on the Wind's wings.