Poems (Procter)/Changes
CHANGES.
OURN, O rejoicing heart! The hours are flying;Each one some treasure takes, Each one some blossom breaks, And leaves it dying;The chill dark night draws near, Thy sun will soon depart, And leave thee sighing;Then mourn, rejoicing heart, The hours are flying!Rejoice, O grieving heart! The hours fly fast;With each some sorrow dies,With each some shadow flies, Until at lastThe red dawn in the east Bids weary night depart, And pain is past.Rejoice then, grieving heart, The hours fly fast!