The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb. — Isaac McLellan Life Copy Share Image
Go and walk with Nature; thou wilt find Full many a gem in her enchanted cup. — Isaac McLellan Cups Copy Share Image
On every thing are traced decay and change. Look! how the shifting seasons slip away. — Isaac McLellan Change 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… — Isaac McLellan Angel Copy Share Image
