OLD AND NEW: A PARABLE

By Charles Kingsley

See how the autumn leaves float by decaying,

Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream.

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;

Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

Nay! see the spring-blossoms steal forth a-maying,

Clothing with tender hues orchard and glen;

So, though old forms pass by, ne'er shall their spirit die,

Look! England's bare boughs show green leaf again.