POETRY.

roR THE LITCHFIELD ENQUIRER. CHANGES.
CHANGES. I've seen the morn in beauty beam, The sun in splendour rise; His ,in,s of purest lustre gleam Across the tranquil skies. I've seen the sullen cloud appear, Far in the dusky west, Roll o'cr the heavens in proud career, In storms of thunder drest. I've seen the ocean still and fair, Mild as the summer sky; Calm as the crystal fields ot air,

 Where gentlesi breezes die. Eve seen the threatening tempest come, Aud rouse the sleeping wave; I've seen the pillows, white with foam, The mountains summit lave. I've seen the opening bud disclose The fairest, loveliest flower, From which the richest fragrance flows, To sweeten all the bower. I've seen the canker, at the root, lnflict the fatal wound; The blushing leaves, the tender fruit, Fall wither'd to the ground. I've seen, in youth, the rosy cheek, Where health and beauty glow, Where smiles so artlessy bespeak, A heart unperced with woe. I've seen the hand of sorrow spoil The fairest, brightest bloom! I've seen the proudest heart recoil, Before the yawning tomb! I've seen-but ah will not tell What my own bosom knows; will not break the silent spell, That mantles all my woes. But have seen changeIess ray, Which shines from worlds above;- Twill brighten, 'till immortal day Shall dawn on worlds of love. E7a,7cinton. ARTHUR