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The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet, / And clasps the summer with a new delight, / Yet wearied, leaves her languors and her heat / When cool-browed autumn dawns upon his sight.
The tree outgrows the bud's suggestive grace, / And feels new pride in blossoms fully blown. / But even this to deeper joy gives place / When bending boughs 'neath blushing burdens groan.
Life's rarest moments are derived from change. / The heart outgrows old happiness, old grief, / And suns itself in feelings new and strange; / The most enduring pleasure is but brief.
Our tastes, our needs, are never twice the same. / Nothing contents us long, however dear. / The spirit in us, like the grosser frame, / Outgrows the garments which it wore last year.
Change is the watchword of Progression. When / We tire of well-worn ways we seek for new. / This restless craving in the souls of men / Spurs them to climb, and seek the mountain view.
So let who will erect an altar shrine / To meek-browed Constancy, and sing her praise. / Unto enlivening Change I shall build mine, / Who lends new zest and interest to my days.