Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

She heeds you not, nor will she stay,
To stop your progress or decay.
“When you were young, like other boys,
You sought anticipated joys;
And when for future years you pined,
You thought not of those left behind.
“You watched for years, for weeks, and days
To come, to bring your wished-for plays;
And, with our future good in view,
Time lags behind to me and you.
“We measure not by running sands,
Nor by the clock’s revolving hands;
But think old time must run and fly,
To bring our wished-for objects nigh.
“But, when we to the object come,
We think old time must cease to run,
And be obedient to our need:
To walk or fly, as we shall speed.
“So the vain youth, to imitate
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