Sunday, December 31, 2006

Happy New Year!

O Time, how few thy value weigh,
How few will estimate a day!
Days, months, and years are rolling on,
The soul neglected -- and undone.

In painful cares, or empty joys,
Our life its precious hours destroys;
While death stands watching at our side,
Eager to stop the living tide.

Was it for this, ye mortal race,
Your Maker gave you here a place?
Was it for this his thoughts design'd
The frame of your immortal mind?

For nobler cares, for joys sublime,
He fashioned allt he sons of time;
Then let us every day give heed,
To God, ourselves, and time to yield.

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