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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; anonTo-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!