human
But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished-for day?
gpt
The man would be a boy again, And be a husband, too!
human
And is there nothing yet unsaid Before the change appears? Remember, all their gifts have fled With those dissolving years!
gpt
Why, yes; for memory would recall My fond paternal joys; I could not bear to leave them all: I'll take--my--girl--and--boys!
human
Why, this will never do; The man would be a boy again, And be a father too!