TIME'S TYRANNY

HARRY J. DUNHAM.

Impelled by youth's impatience
And dreams of joys to be,
I urged old Time to hasten,—
But never hastened he.

By palsied age o'ertaken,
Infirmities to flee,
I begged old Time to slacken,—
Yet not a whit paused he.

Old Time, thou art a tyrant,
To happiness a blight,
That neither plea could touch thee,
Or swerve thy destined flight!

And yet thy measured falsehood
I know must conquered be,
As dawns the heavenly vision
Of Life apart from thee.

So no more I'll implore thee
Thy flight to haste or stay,
Since being is immortal,
And Life is mine alway.

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit