SELF-COMMUNION.
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He pauses not by night or day;
And all my life will soon be gone
As these past years have slipped away.
He took my childhood long ago,
And they my early youth; and lo,
He steals away my prime!
I cannot see how fast it goes,
But well my inward spirit knows
The wasting power of time.”
And all my life will soon be gone
As these past years have slipped away.
He took my childhood long ago,
And they my early youth; and lo,
He steals away my prime!
I cannot see how fast it goes,
But well my inward spirit knows
The wasting power of time.”
“Time steals thy moments, drinks thy breath,
Changes and wastes thy mortal frame;
But though he gives the clay to death,
Changes and wastes thy mortal frame;
But though he gives the clay to death,
