And sweeps from our distracted breast
The friends that lov'd, the friends that blest,
And leaves us weeping on the shore
To which they can return no more.

The time speeds away-AWAY-AWAY ;—
No eagle through the skies of day,
No winds along the hills can flee
So swiftly or so smooth as he.

LIKE FIERY STEED-FROM STAGE TO STAGE
HE BEARS US ON-FROM YOUTH TO AGE;
THEN PLUNGES IN THE FEARFUL SEA

OF FATHOMLESS ETERNITY.

THE HOUR-GLASS.
BY JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.
[Earnest and serious.]

Alas! how swift the moments fly!
How flash the hours along!
Scarce here, yet GONE ALREADY BY,
The burden of a song.

See childhood, youth, and manhood pass,
And age with furrowed brow;

Time WAS--time SHALL BE-drain the glass-..
But where in TIME IS NOW?

TIME is the measure but of change,
No present hour is found;

The PAST, the FUTURE, fill the range
Of TIME's unceasing round.

Where then is NOW? In realms above,
With God's atoning Lamb,

In regions of eternal love,

Where sits enthroned, "I AM."

Then, Pilgrim, let thy joys and tears
On TIME no longer lean;

But, henceforth, all thy hopes and fears,
From earth's affections wean;

To God let votive accents rise;

With truth-with virtue live; So all the bliss that Time denies, ETERNITY SHALL GIVE.

I was sitting in my study

I would not enter on my list of friends.

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Judge not, though clouds of seeming guilt

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There's an old, old song.

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There's not a cheaper thing on earth

There's not a star whose twinkling light
They come, they come.

They sought with footsteps sad and slow
This book is all that's left me now

Thou art gone to the grave

Thou mayst ponder, dream, and wander
Thou whose spell can raise the dead

Thy neighbour? it is he whom thou.
To do to others as I would

Time speeds away

'Tis not the value of the gift
To-morrow, didst thou say?
Tom, you had better

To say my prayers

To thee, guide of our infant days
Trust not the secret of thy soul
Under a spreading chestnut tree
Vital spark of heavenly flame
We are all here

We children three, a happy band
We live not to ourselves alone
We won't give up the Bible
What can we do for Jesus

Whatever you are, be brave, boys
What is that, mother?

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