Each morn the same sun rises on our day,
Measuring with every year his usual round;
The merry bells that for our birthdays sound,
And those that knoll us to our homes of clay,
Speak ever with one voice; the skies obey
Spring whispering soft, and summer blossom–crowned,
And autumn flush, and winter icy–bound:
Down Life’s smooth channel Ages sleep their way.
The babe that smiling in her slumber lies
Lapt in thy breast, hath been there oft before;
This day, this room, hath all been acted e’er;
And even the thought not first in me doth rise;–
Time measures but the course of human will;
‘Tis we that move, while Providence is still.
(Henry Alford)
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