Unchanging

by Friedrich von Bodenstedt English

Anonymous translation from the German IN early days methought that all must last;   Then I beheld all changing, dying, fleeting; But though my soul now grieves for much that ’s past,   And changeful fortunes set my heart oft beating, I yet believe in mind that all will last,   Because the old in new I still am meeting.

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