POETRY.

FROM wILLIs's MAGAZINE.

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CHANGES. & The pillows run along in gold Over the yielding main, And when upon the shore unrolled, They gather up again; They get themselves diff 'rsnt form, These children ofthe wind, And, or in sunlight, or in storm, Leave the green land behind Life's pillows on Iifes changing sea Come alway to Deaths shore, Some with a calm content, and free, Some with hollow roar; They break and are no longer seen, Yet still defying time, Divided, and of different mien,

 They. roll from cline to cline. e. All water courses find the main: The main sinks back 10 earth; Life settles in the grave.--again The grave hath life and birth; Flowers bloom above the sleeping dust, Grass grows from scattered clay; And thus from death the spirit must To life find back its way. Life hath its range eternally,

 Like water, changing forms; The mists go upward from the sea, And gather into storms: The dew and rain come down again, To fresh the dropping land; So doth this life exalt and wane,

 And alter, and expand. J.O. R.