Littell's Living Age/Volume 151/Issue 1949/Passing and Glassing
All things that pass Are woman's looking-glass;
They show her how her bloom must fade, And she herself be laid With withered roses in the shade;
With withered roses and the fallen peach, Unlovely, out of reach Of summer joy that was.
All things that pass Are woman's tiring-glass;
The faded lavender is sweet, Sweet the dead violet, Culled and laid by and cared for yet;
The dried-up violets and dried lavender Still sweet, may comfort her, Nor need she cry, Alas!
All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass;
Being full of hope and fear, and still Brimful of good or ill, According to our work and will;
For there is nothing new beneath the sun, Our doings have been done, And that which shall be was.