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The Horsemen on the Sands
Upon the treacherous sands the horsemen ride,And careless pass the bright and happy day;
Unmindful of the swift returning tide,
That long has warned them of their mad delay.
The winds arise, and sudden falls the night,
On every side the hungry billows roar;
With breathless haste they urge their rapid flight,
And, with their utmost speed, scarce gain the shore.
So, on the sands of Time we careless live,
Forgetting oft, how short life's little day;
And scarce a serious thought to duty give,
Till all its golden hours have fled away;
And but a few short moments yet remain,
In which we may the Shore in safety gain.
Poem No. 756; 24 March 1853
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