Facebook David Wilson Find Friends Home Privacy Shortcuts Account Settings On Time 24 August 2009 at 22:27 On Time by John Milton Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou hast entombd, And last of all, thy greedy self consumd, Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss With an individual kiss; And Joy shall overtake us as a flood, When every thing that is sincerely good And perfectly divine, With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine About the supreme Throne Of Him, twhose happy-making sight alone, When once our heavnly-guided soul shall climb, Then all this earthly grossness quit, Attird with Stars, we shall for ever sit, Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time
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