Classic Poem

It is, it was, and yet it was not. No,
The thing that was is not the thing I knew,
What God Himself has done can Time undo,
Take what He gave? O Earth, thy lilies blow;
And bright, O Heaven, is thy morning glow,
And quickly comes the winter, comes the night —
And even so our glory and delight
Must pass — the thing we treasure even so.

We saw Thy gifts and loved, and Thee we saw,
Bright in their brightness — Thee we saw and loved —
And not in vain our hearts were inly moved,
And not in vain the rapture and the awe;
They came, they were, and they are gone. And now
We know Thou art not they: they were not Thou.