The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb. — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb. — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
Go and walk with Nature; thou wilt find Full many a gem in her enchanted cup. — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
On every thing are traced decay and change. Look! how the shifting seasons slip away. — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
E'en Beauty mourns in her decaying bower, That Time upon her angel brow should set His crooked autograph, and mar the jet Of glossy… — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
