402. The Worth of Years

Like shadows gliding o’er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man’s busy generations pass;
And while we gaze, their forms are gone.

O Father, in whose mighty hand
The boundless years and ages lie,
Teach us Thy boon of life to prize,
And use the moments as they fly;—

To crowd the narrow span of life
With wise designs and virtuous deeds;
And so shall death but lead us on
To nobler service that succeeds.

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First Line: Like shadows gliding o'er the plain
Title: The Worth of Years
Author: John Taylor
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1866
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