4569768Poems — Life's ChangesCarrie L. Brown
LIFE'S CHANGES.
It was a balmy day in June,
And the lovely birds were singing,
And the very air was humming notes
That village bells were ringing.

Forth I wandered to the willow,
Sat me down upon the green,
Watched the sunshine gladly dancing
Overhead, with gladsome beam.

I had been for years a wanderer,
Roaming far in distant lands;
And my weary form was bending;
Time on me had laid his hands.

All at once I heard a prattling
Of some little voices sweet,
And my eyes with light were beaming—
I could hear my heartstrings beat.

Nearer came that laughing band,
Bounding forth in merry glee
But soon they spied my aged form,
And curious looks they bent on me.

Eagerly I scanned the group,
To see if one was there
Whose agile form I once had loved,
And praised her dark brown hair.

But their faces all were strange,
And I turned away to weep;
While the sunbeams sank to rest,
And all Nature fell asleep.

Youth I wandered to the homestead,
Stood beside the moss-grown well;
But the strange despair that filled me
Words like these can never tell.

Gone were parents, brothers, sisters;
I of all was left alone;
And a sound from moving tree-tops
Seemed to echo back—Alone.

Sick at heart I wandered sadly
To the graveyard cold and white,
And my eyes with tears were filling;
On my heart there seemed a blight.

And I called aloud to Silence,
"Tell me, tell me, where are they
That are absent from the hearth-stone,
That are absent from their play?

"Answer, Silence! thou, O mortal,
Tell thy answer unto me."
And they murmured sadly, strangely,
"Mounds in the graveyard tell it to thee."

Alas! alas! 'twas but too true,—
They were sleeping in the grave;
Now the willow and the daisy
Gently o'er their loved heads wave.

And I bowed my head in sorrow,
As my steps I homeward bent;
For life's dark changes come to all;
Our earthly days are only lent.