Her wrecks fast vanishing of ages gone,
And while encroaching railroad, street, and mill
On every side the smoky prospect fill,
She yet may smile to see some tottering wall
Bring old times back, like ancient Morley Hall.
But towers that Leland saw in times of yore
Are now, like Leland's works, almost no more—
The antiquarian's pages, cobweb-bound,
The antique mansion, levelled with the ground.
'When all is gone that once gave food to pride,