Classic Poem

All is change! the night the day
Winter, summer; cloud & sun
Early flourish—late decay
So the years, the ages run.

Beats the heart with bliss awhile
Soon it throbs to agony
Where a moment beamed the smile
Soon the bitter tear shall be
This is Nature's great decree—
None can 'scape it for on all
Drops the sweet, distills the gall
All are fettered, all are free!