On Time

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1. FLy envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
2. Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
3. Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
4. And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
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6. Which is no more then what is false and vain,
7. And meerly mortal dross;
8. So little is our loss,
9. So little is thy gain.
10. For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
11. And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd,
12. Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
13. With an individual kiss;
14. And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
15. When every thing that is sincerely good
16. And perfectly divine,
17. With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
18. About the supreme Throne
19. Of him, t'whose happy-making sight alone,
20. When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,
21. Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,
22. Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
23. Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time,