Time’s Song

RELIGIOUS FAITHS. 186

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TIME'S SONG.

O'er the level plain where mountains greet me as I go, O'er the desert waste where fountains at my bidding flow, On the boundless beam by day, on the cloud by night, I am rushing hence away! who will chain my flight?

War his weary watch was keeping — I have crushed his spear: Grief within her bower was weeping— ^ I have dried her tear: Pleasure caught a minute's hold — then I hurried by, Leaving all her banquet cold and her goblet dry.

Power had won a throne of glory — where is now his fame? Genius said, "I live in story" — who hath heard his name? Love, beneath a myrtle bough, whisper'd — "why so fast?" And the roses on his brow withered as I passed.

I have heard the heifer lowing o'er the wide wave's bed; I have seen the billow flowing where the cattle fed; Where began my wanderings? Memory will not say! Where will rest my weary wings? Science turns away!

Anon.