But the hand which crumbles pyramid and palace,
The hand of Time with rust and ruin fraught;
Thus the proud or unpretentious habitation
Shall succumb to age and melancholy mould;
All are subject to the same disintegration,
For the occupant and house alike grow old.
AN IDYLL
I love to sit by the waterfall,
And list to its laughing story,
As it fearlessly leaps o'er the rocky wall,