Joyhood

Green grove of Clifton! though vanished our boyhood, We'll visit your glade in some fair eve of June; Yet lingers the spirit which brightened life's joyhood, […]

Previous to his beginning to speak, the whole of that great crowd of spirits was moving about, talking, laughing, etc., but while he spoke there was a holy calm, a perfect silence resting on the scene. Joyhood ceased its laugh, the brook staid its murmur, […]

Symptom five — just like the others: Oh, it's fishing time, my brothers, When the fever, all a-sudden, Makes us think of lilacs buddin', And the heart turns back to boyhood With its honeyed days of joyhood!

Fret not, old pal, when you are sore At things which rob you of your joyhood.