LXXVI.

"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.