THE CHANGE.
Thy features do not wear the light
They wore in happier days;
Though still there may be much to love,
There's little left to praise.
The rose has faded from thy cheek—
There's scarce a blush left now;
And there's a dark and weary sign
Upon thine altered brow.
Thy raven hair is dashed with gray,
Thine eyes are dim with tears;
And care, before thy youth is past,
Has done the work of years.
