We build but for change and for death, <br />To whom a like homage pay glory and shame; <br />For something must pass to give being to both. <br />All things are rounded by change, and are perishing— <br />Even the God-builded frame of the world. <br />The glories of life, as they shine, <br />But illumine a path to the gloom of the grave, <br />And the winter of shame is soon over and gone! <br />Of all we inherit, behold the inheritors! <br />Throned on the endless successions of Time. <br /><br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-and-death/
