TIME’S UP.
Time’s up for love and langhter ; We drained tbe banquet cup ; But now the dark comes after And light’s are out : Time’s up ! O, lovers in sweet places,
With lips of songs and sigh ; Come forth with pallid faces And kiss your last good bye 1
O, statesman, crowned and splendid, The laurel leaves your brow— Ths long debate is ended. The halls are voiceless now.
Ti ne’s up for wooing, winning. For donbt and dream and strife ; For sighing and for sinning— For love, for hate, for life !
Time’s np ! Tbe dial’s mark is On the last bour—complete ; Lit down there, where the dark is. And dream that time was sv e -t !
Frank L. Stanton.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue XI, 15 September 1894, Page 247
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119TIME’S UP. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue XI, 15 September 1894, Page 247
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