Changeless change the law that runs
Through the flame-inscribed page,
"World on world and age on age,
Balls of ice and orbs of fire,
What abides when these expire ?
Through slow cycles they revolve,
Yet at last like clouds dissolve.
Jove, Osiris, Brahma pass,
Races wither like the grass.
Must not mortals be as- gods
To embrace such periods ?
Yet at Nature s heart remains
One who waxes not nor wanes.
And our crowning glory still
Is to have conceived his will."
SUNRISE.
WEEP for the martyr ! Strew his bier
With the last roses of the year ;
Shadow the land with sables ; knell
The harsh-tongued, melancholy bell ;
Beat the dull muffled drum, and flaunt
The drooping banner ; let the chant
Of the deep-throated organ sob
One voice, one sorrow, one heart-throb,
From land to land, from sea to sea
The huge world quires his elegy.
