Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Time ("Will the shade go back on thy dial-plate…")
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Time.
How swift the pinions Time puts on, To urge his flight away!To-day's soon yesterday; anon To-morrow is to-day!
Thus days, and weeks, and months, and years, Depart from mortal view;As sadly, through this "Vale of Tears," Our journey we pursue!
Yet grieve not, man, that thus ho flics, Ho hastes thee to thy rest;The drooping wretch that soonest dies, Is soonest with the blest!