Failing Time !
Old Time has tramped a weary length, How oft the sands will choke and stop, And tears his scythe have rusted, As though some unseen finger While since he lost his pristine strength, Would count by ones the grains that drop, His hour-glass can't be trusted. The while our sorrows linger.
Or starting up with sudden dread, Lest maybe he was sleeping, Time's palsied hand the grains have sped, And joy has left our keeping.
Calamus
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 June 1901, Page 692
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78Failing Time! New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 June 1901, Page 692
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