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SELF-COMMUNION.
“I would, but Time keeps working still
And moving on for good or ill:
He will not rest nor stay.
In pain or ease, in smiles or tears,
He still keeps adding to my years
And stealing life away.
His footsteps in the ceaseless sound
Of yonder clock I seem to hear,
That through this stillness so profound
Distinctly strikes the vacant ear.[1]
For ever striding on and on,
And moving on for good or ill:
He will not rest nor stay.
In pain or ease, in smiles or tears,
He still keeps adding to my years
And stealing life away.
His footsteps in the ceaseless sound
Of yonder clock I seem to hear,
That through this stillness so profound
Distinctly strikes the vacant ear.[1]
For ever striding on and on,
- ↑ Cancelled reading:
So keenly strikes the vacant ear.
