Time

 TIME

A minute, - how soon it is flown!
And yet, how important it is!
God calls every moment His own, -
For all our existence is His:
And tho' we may waste many moments each day,
He notices each that we squander away.

We should not a minute despise,
Although it so quickly is o'er;
We know that it rapidly flies,
And therefore should prize it the more.
Another, indeed, may appear in its stead;
But that precious minute, for ever, is fled.

'Tis easy to squander our years
In idleness, folly, and strife;
But, oh! no repentance nor tears
Can bring back one moment of life.
Then wisely improve all the time as it goes.
And life will be happy, and peaceful the close.