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84 Literary Gazette, 20th November, 1824, Pages 748

ORIGINAL POETRY. CONSTANCY. -----Can the heart change When it hath made unto itself a home And place of worship, sanctified by all Those gentle ties that are as chains of gold— Affection of long years, and faith, like wine, Made bright and pure by keeping?—Is not this The Paradise of Love?---

Aye, let us look on all around, And see how all have changed. This jasmine, with its amber shower, How its green stems have ranged!

This mountain-ash, whose flower-fill'd boughs Spread like a cloud at noon— Whose shade is as a haunted place For the sweet airs of June:

'Twas but a little shrub when first I wreathed amid thy hair Its berries, like the coral crown That the sea-maidens wear.

One of my earliest gifts of love Were apples from yon tree; And then the red fruit of its boughs Might well be offered thee.

Now it stands, a deserted thing, All desolate and bare; The grey moss with'ring round the boughs, And not a leaf is there.

A road winds where there once was seen A steep and green ascent; And not a willow's left, of those That o'er the rill once bent.

Aye, look, there are the foot-prints mark'd    Of change on every side; How much has altered since the bells First hail'd thee as my bride.

And in this dream of chance and change, We, too, have had our part— In years, in face, in thought, have chang'd,    In all, except the heart.

But there at least there is no change; There Love is burning still; As constant as the sun at noon On yonder southern hill. L. E. L.