Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Rapidity of Time

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RAPIDITY OF TIME.


EV'N while we pause, the rapid date
    Of life comes rushing on,
The sad heart feels the stroke of fate,
    We tremble and are gone:

Gone and forgot, the mourning eye
    May moisten as we sleep;
But time shall sooth the rushing sigh,
    And dry the eyes that weep.

A little mound of turf, alone
    Shall shade our senseless breast;
The clay-cold sod, the burial stone,
Made dark with storms, with moss o'ergrown,
    Shall mark our place of rest.