Martinsburg Gazette And Public Advertiser

POETRY.

The following verses from the monthly Magazine are, we think, among Mrs. Hemans's best

THE THINGS THAT CHANGE.

Know'st thou that the seas are sweeping
Where domes and towers have been?
When the clear wave is sleeping
Those piles may yet be seen;
Far down beneath the glassy tide,
Man's dwellings where his voice hath died!

Know'st thou that flocks are feeding
Above the tombs of old,
Which kings, their armies leading,
Have linger'd to behold?
A short smooth greensward o'er them spread,
Is all that marks where heroes bled.

Know'st thou that now the token
Of cities once renown'd,
Is but some pillar broken,
With grass and wall-flowers crown'd;
While the lone serpent rears her young
Where the triumphant lyre hath rung?

Well, well I know the story
Of ages pass'd away,
And the mournful wrecks that glory
Hath left to dull decay;
But thou hast yet a tale to learn,
More full of warnings, sad and stern.

Thy pensive eve but ranges
Thro' ruin'd fane and hall—
Oh! the deep soul hath changes
More sorrowful than all!

Talk not, while there before thee throng
Of silence in the place of song;
See scorn, where love hath perish'd;
Distrust, where Friendship grew;
Pride, where once Nature cherish'd
All tender thoughts and true;
And shadows of oblivion thrown
O'er every trace of idols gone.

Grieve not for tombs far-scatter'd,
For temples prostrate laid;
In thine own heart lie shatter'd
The altars it had made!

Go, sound its depths in doubt and fear—
Heap up no more its treasures here!

F. H.