Time ..

Man is not left untold, untaught,
Untrained by Heaven to heavenly things;
No! every fleeting hour has brought
Lessons of wisdom on its wings;
And every day bids solemn thought
Soar above earth's imaginings.
In life, in death, a voice is heard,
Speaking in Heaven's own eloquence,
That calls on purposes deferred,
On wand'ring thought, on bewildering sense,
And bids reflection, long interred,
Arouse from its indifference.
The present, future, and the past,
It offers to our thoughtless eye;
That present is too short to last-
That past is gone for ever by;
That future comes-a stormy blast
That sweeps us to eternity.