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37
The Lost Day.
(Wednesday morn.)
“I've lost a day,” the monarch cried,
And bowed his head in sorrow—
He never dreamed, amid his pride,
He could command the morrow;
Yet idle youth, in heedless haste
To grasp some joy untasted,
Will see a day has passed away,
Nor mourn the moments wasted.
And bowed his head in sorrow—
He never dreamed, amid his pride,
He could command the morrow;
Yet idle youth, in heedless haste
To grasp some joy untasted,
Will see a day has passed away,
Nor mourn the moments wasted.
Lost health by care we may restore,
Lost wealth by toil obtain it;
But time once lost returns no more,
Nor power nor wealth can gain it—
—The time we use, we never lose,
Its worth is sealed in heaven;
O, when this day has passed away
How will my share be given!
Lost wealth by toil obtain it;
But time once lost returns no more,
Nor power nor wealth can gain it—
—The time we use, we never lose,
Its worth is sealed in heaven;
O, when this day has passed away
How will my share be given!
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