NEW doth the sun appear, <br /> The mountains' snows decay, <br />Crown'd with frail flowers forth comes the baby year. <br /> My soul, time posts away; <br /> And thou yet in that frost <br /> Which flower and fruit hath lost, <br />As if all here immortal were, dost stay. <br /> For shame! thy powers awake, <br />Look to that Heaven which never night makes black, <br />And there at that immortal sun's bright rays, <br />Deck thee with flowers which fear not rage of days!<br /><br />William Henry Drummond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-should-breed-change/
