The Flight Of The Hours
Beneath this starry arch Naught resteth or is still, But all things hold their march, As if by one great will ; Move, one, more all Hark to the footfall ! On, on, forever ! Yon sheaves were once but seed ; Will ripeus into deed ; As eave drops swell the streams, Day thought feeds nightly dreams ; And sorrow tracketh wrong, As echo follows song, On, on, forever , By night, like stars on higli, The hours reveal their train ; They whisper and go by; " I never watch in vain." Moves one, move all; Hark to the footfall ; On, on, forever ! They pass the cradle-bed, And there a promise shed ; They pass the moist new grave, And bid rank verdure wave ; They bear through every clime The harvests of all time, On. on forever 1
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