T TIME IS LIFE. IME that matures brings also to decay; Buds grow to blossoms, blossoms fade away; Then keep with patience every present hour, D LIFE IS CHANGE. REAM not the world so soon must fade Because thy life so frail is made ; Though age o'ertake, new youth appears, And brightens all the rolling years. Change is the watchword of the hour, We court the stream, we wreathe the flower, The waters dry but fresh shall flow, The garlands fade, but others grow. The mother cannot youth retain, Shall still Creation's life inspire. If Time's rude hand hath changed thy brow, If something less of freshness now Oh! dwell not on that common truth, But trace in all the growth of youth The charms that Nature doth unfold: Ah! what if all the world were old! Though Time destroys, he ripens too, YOUTH, AGE, AND DEATH. HEN quite a child I loved to play, WH And frolicked all my life away, And longed for each succeeding day. And when, by Time compelled to move The sentiment we know as Love. Still later on, a father grown, I 'gan to ponder more alone, And when I grandfather became, All things to me seemed much the same. Oh! now comes wisdom-thus I cried All life's pursuits in turn I've tried, And thrown such vanities aside. But now comes Death to shake my hand, And says-Good friend, pray understand: A very foolish thought is this, That Age can wisdom claim as his, And deem Youth's pleasures all amiss : Age cannot, sure, compete with Youth; Youth is not Age: there's room for both : Were you a child again, again Would childhood's pleasures fill your brain; Or man, love would your heart enchain : You'd come to meet me as you came; You'd play once more your former game; Others are doing just the same: Earth still has pleasures for the young, Their song of life is not yet sung, Earth counts them still her flowers among: But they, as you have changed, must change, To them will early life seem strange; In all succeeding ranks all range: |