The way in which the passage of time alters our views and feelings is
exprest in the following verses by Theodosia Garrison:
When I think sometimes of old griefs I had,
Of sorrows that once seemed too harsh to bear,
And youth’s resolve to never more be glad,
I laugh--and do not care.
When I think sometimes of the joy I knew,
The gay, glad laughter ere my heart was wise,
The trivial happiness that seemed so true,
The tears are in my eyes.
Time--Time the cynic--how he mocks us all!
And yet to-day I can but think him right.
Ah, heart, the old joy is so tragical
And the old grief so light.
--_The Reader Magazine._
(3238)
See MUTATION.