The Lapse of Time
Dublin Core
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The speed with which our moments fly:
I sigh not over vanished years,But watch the year that hastens by.
Look how they come! - a mingled crowd
Of bright and dark, but rabid days;
Beneath them, like a summer cloud,The wide world changes as I gaze.
What! grieve that time has brought so soon
The sober age of manhood on?
As idly might I weep at noon,To see the blush of morning gone.
Could I give up the hopes that glow
In prospect like Elysian isles?
And let the charming future go,With all her promises and smiles?
The Future! - cruel were the power
Whose doom would tear thee from my heart;
Thou sweet'ner of the present hour,We cannot - no, we will not part.
O, leave me still the rapid flight,
That makes the charming seasons gay;
The grateful speed that brings the night,The swift and glad return of day.
The months that touch, with added grace,
This little prattler on my knee;
In whose arch eyes and speaking face,New meaning every hour I see.
The years that o'er each sister land
Shall shift the country of my birth;
And nurse her strength, till she shall stand,The pride and pattern of the earth.
Till younger commonwealths, for aid,
Shall cling about her ample robe;
And from her frown shall shrink, afraid,The crown'd oppressors of the globe.
True, time will seam and blanch my brow;
Well, I shall set with aged men,
And my good glass will tell me howA grizzly beard becomes me then.
And should no foul dishonor lie
Upon my head, when I am gray,
Love yet shall watch my fading eye,And smooth the path of my decay.
Then haste thee, Time, 'tis kindness all
That speeds thy winged feet so fast;
Thy pleasures stay not till they pall,And all thy pains are quickly past.
Thou fliest, and bearest away our woes;
And as thy shadowy train depart,
The memory of sorrow growsA lighter burden on the heart.
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