Here you will find the Poem Change and Death of poet Charles Harpur
We build but for change and for death, To whom a like homage pay glory and shame; For something must pass to give being to both. All things are rounded by change, and are perishing? Even the God-builded frame of the world. The glories of life, as they shine, But illumine a path to the gloom of the grave, And the winter of shame is soon over and gone! Of all we inherit, behold the inheritors! Throned on the endless successions of Time.