Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ Far on the Eastern plains,
A desert waste of tomb and sand
Is all that now remains.
Our own fair city filled with life,
Has yet a future day,
When power, and might, and majesty,
Will yet have passed away. ”

“ The presence of perpetual change
Is ever on the earth;
To-day is only as the soil
That gives to-morrow birth. ”