Classic Poem

'Till life's first scenes have undergone a change,
'Till of old objects it have once been cleared,
And others have arisen in that range
Of observation, 'specially endeared
To earliest sympathies; till the all-feared,
And silent despot, Death, have taken aim
Against some bulwarks of our hearts which reared,
Like Babel's tower, their venerated frame,
Beneath whose shade we thought that danger never came;