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TIME AND I
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XXXVI.
TIME AND I
“Time and I.”
—Cardinal Mazarin.
Yea, “Time and I;” so is it with us all.
Long patience, bitter suffering, sad defeat,
Ere victory and our triumph high we meet,—
Ere those grim towers of tribulation fall.
Yet one day with a singing soft and sweet
Shall gladness find us, bearing in her hands
For a fair crown, the praise of many lands,
And praise of lips proud conquering lips may greet.
Long patience, bitter suffering, sad defeat,
Ere victory and our triumph high we meet,—
Ere those grim towers of tribulation fall.
Yet one day with a singing soft and sweet
Shall gladness find us, bearing in her hands
For a fair crown, the praise of many lands,
And praise of lips proud conquering lips may greet.
I struggle slowly on: I wreathe my flowers
Of singing in a garland for the few
Who listen to the labour of long hours
With gentle hearts:—sharp toil I must renew,
Building the fabric of a gradual name,
Till “Time and I” becometh “I and Fame.”
Of singing in a garland for the few
Who listen to the labour of long hours
With gentle hearts:—sharp toil I must renew,
Building the fabric of a gradual name,
Till “Time and I” becometh “I and Fame.”
1876.
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