But I am chain'd to Time, and cannot thence depart!
But I am chain'd to Time, and cannot thence depart!
But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.
Not all to that bright station dar'd to climb;
And happier they their happiness who knew,
Whose tapers yet burn through that night of time
In which suns perish'd; others more sublime,
Struck by the envious wrath of man or god,
Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime;
And some yet live, treading the thorny road,
Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud old Custom, legal Crime, And bloody Faith the foulest birth of Time.
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