CXXXIII. Landow

THE presence of perpetual change

Is ever on the earth;

To-day is only as the soil

That gives to-morrow birth.

Where stood the tower, there grows the weed;

Where stood the weed, the tower;

No present hour its likeness leaves
To any future hour.

Of each imperial city, built
Far on the eastern plains,

A desert waste of tomb and sand
Is all that now remains.

Our own fair city, filled with life,
May have some future day,

When power, and might, and majesty,
Will all have passed away.

But in all changes, brighter things ad.
And better have their birth;

The presence of perpetual love
Is ever on the earth.

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CXXXIV. Adams

Go and watch the autumn leaves
Which the winds are strewing;
Say you that the summer grieves
O'er her joys' undoing?
Not so;

She doth know

Their fall will make her stronger grow, Richer prime renewing.

Hopes that bloom to pass away,

Pleasures scattered lying,—

Shall we, mourning o'er decay,
Waste the hours in sighing?

Not so;

Well we know

They fade, that better joys may grow For a life undying.

CXXXV.

THE tide of time flows sparkling,
The tide of time flows darkling:

And outward weal and woe have been
Still blended in this checkered scene,

And evermore will blended be,

Till time become eternity.

The tide of time flows sparkling,
The tide of time flows darkling :
Along the stream our spirits glide,
Feeling the changes of the tide,
Which ever felt by us must be,
Till time become eternity.

The tide of time flows sparkling,
The tide of time flows darkling:
And sympathy like change will keep,
And sometimes smile, and sometimes weep;
And smiles and tears will blended be,
Till time become eternity.

The tide of time flows sparkling,
The tide of time flows darkling:
But still the heavens are blue above,
And o'er our hearts the heaven of love
Makes peace and trust unchanging be,
And time become eternity.

CXXXVI.

DARKNESS shrouded Calvary,

Adams

An earthquake rent the Temple's veil; Human grief and human fear

Uttered mournful wail;

There came a voice like light athwart the skies, To-day thou'lt be with me in Paradise."

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Darkness shrouds humanity

When death doth sunder heart from heart; Human love and human hope

Cannot bear to part:

Again that voice is heard athwart the skies,

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To-day thou'lt be with me in Paradise."

JEWS were wrought to cruel madness; Christians fled in fear and sadness; Mary stood the cross beside:

At its foot her foot she planted,
By the dreadful scene undaunted,
Till the gentle Sufferer died.

Poets oft have sung her story, Painters decked her brow with glory, Priests her name have deified:

But no worship, song, or glory,
Touches like that simple story—
Mary stood the cross beside.

And when, under fierce oppression, Goodness suffers, like transgression, Christ again is crucified;

But if love be there, true-hearted,
By no grief or terror parted,

Mary stands the cross beside.