Next time, to tarry,
While the Ages steal --
Slow tramp the Centuries,
And the Cycles wheel!
Next time, to tarry,
While the Ages steal --
Slow tramp the Centuries,
And the Cycles wheel!
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
Immortal is an ample word
When what we need is by
But when it leaves us for a time
'Tis a necessity.
The harm of Years is on him --
The infamy of Time --
Depose him like a Fashion
And give Dominion room.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.
Time is a Test of Trouble But not a Remedy If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady
Pain has an element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun or if there were A time when it was not....
And the world -- if the world be looking on --
Will see how far from home
It is possible for sense to live
The soul there -- all the time.
By and by -- the boldest stole out of his Covert
To see if Time was there --
Nature was in an Opal Apron,
Mixing fresher Air.
The Pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee A Clover, any time, to him, Is Aristocracy
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