Lacrymae Rerum

O, Time and Chango, they range and ranga From aunshine round to thunder! They glance and go as tho great winds blow. And the bfst of our dreams drive aennder; For Time and Chango estrange, estrange- And now they have looked and eeen us, O we that were dear, we are all - too near With the thick and the world between us. 0, Death and Time, they chime and chime Like bells at sunset íalling! They end the song, they right the wrong, They set the old echoes calling; For Death and Time bring on the prime Of Gods own chosen weather. And we lie in the peace of the Great Release As once in the trrass tocether.