A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of

The Niobe Of Nations! There She Stands.

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.

Maidens, Like Moths, Are Ever Caught, By Glare, And Mammon Wins His Way Where Seraphs Might Despair.

Death, So Called, Is A Thing Which Makes Men Weep, And Yet A Third Of Life Is Passed In Sleep.

A Rose With All Its Sweetest Leaves Yet Folded.