To Time

O Time, how quick you run,
Across life's fleeting span;
Would I that you could learn,
To slow down if you can.

How can we both be friends,
Upon a sunny day,
If when I sit to rest,
You take the sun away?

Or when I' m with my gal -
The apple of my eye,
With unaba-shed gall,
You force me say good-bye?

So Time, you evil thing,
I urge you not to race:
Fly not on eagle's wing,
But walk with tortoise' pace.

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