WITH changing days that come and go,
Like painted puppets in a show
Having the shape of everything,
From beggar-man to crowned king,
To-day grows into long ago.
As well enquire for last year’s snow
In this year’s spring, as seek to know
What gifts the autumn-tide shall bring
With changing days.
But kindly fate contrives to sow
Some flowers amid the weeds that grow
About Time’s feet, to climb and cling
Around his scythe and stop its swing :
I trust that you may find it so
In changing days.
(Justin H. McCarthy)
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