THE RACE OF LIFE WITH TIME.
Life and Time once ran a raceO’er hills of sorrow and despair.Life often halted by the wayFor he had many ills to bear,But Time went on, and on, and on.Poor Life oft weary was, and worn.Oft fell at Time’s unflagging feet.But rose again with strength renewed,And valiantly old Time did greet.Who still went on, and on, and on.Though Life oft blinded was by tears,Discouraged he could never be.—While Time rushed on to win the race;Life’s work was for eternity.Yet Time still onward went his way.Life cried, O tarry, father Time!One moment stop in thy mad race;There is so much that I must do,So many problems yet to face.Time took no heed, but still rushed on.Life often staggered ’neath his load,And ever begged that Time would stay.But Time, with scorn upon his browRushed faster, faster on his way.Went madly on, and on, and on.Time had precedence in the race,And to Life’s pleadings paid no heed.He cared not for Life’s weariness,Nor would one point to him concede.But still went on, and on, and on.O Time! cried Life, one moment pause!O stay one moment in your flight,For I am weak, the road is rough;Too soon, too soon comes death’s dark night.Still Time went on, and on, and on.Time went his way, nor heeded heThat Life was weary, worn, distressed.Life’s burdens all too heavy were;At every dawn Time was refreshed,With courage new went on his way.But Life still struggled bravely on,With patience bore his heavy load,And though he often fell by wayUpon the weary upward road,Time took no heed, but still went on.Life begged, implored that Time would halt,But Time ne’er tarried on Life’s way;But when Life wept, with pitying handTime stopped to wipe the tears away,And then went on, and on, and on.At last Time seemed to fall behind—Then Life with joy increased his pace.Time laughed with almost fiendish glee,He knew that Life would lose the race,While he would still go on, and on.Poor Life gave up the fight at last,He laid his burdens down and died.But still with agonizing voiceWith his last breath to Time he cried.Time took no heed, but still went on.
Life and Time once ran a raceO’er hills of sorrow and despair.Life often halted by the wayFor he had many ills to bear,But Time went on, and on, and on.Poor Life oft weary was, and worn.Oft fell at Time’s unflagging feet.But rose again with strength renewed,And valiantly old Time did greet.Who still went on, and on, and on.Though Life oft blinded was by tears,Discouraged he could never be.—While Time rushed on to win the race;Life’s work was for eternity.Yet Time still onward went his way.Life cried, O tarry, father Time!One moment stop in thy mad race;There is so much that I must do,So many problems yet to face.Time took no heed, but still rushed on.Life often staggered ’neath his load,And ever begged that Time would stay.But Time, with scorn upon his browRushed faster, faster on his way.Went madly on, and on, and on.Time had precedence in the race,And to Life’s pleadings paid no heed.He cared not for Life’s weariness,Nor would one point to him concede.But still went on, and on, and on.O Time! cried Life, one moment pause!O stay one moment in your flight,For I am weak, the road is rough;Too soon, too soon comes death’s dark night.Still Time went on, and on, and on.Time went his way, nor heeded heThat Life was weary, worn, distressed.Life’s burdens all too heavy were;At every dawn Time was refreshed,With courage new went on his way.But Life still struggled bravely on,With patience bore his heavy load,And though he often fell by wayUpon the weary upward road,Time took no heed, but still went on.Life begged, implored that Time would halt,But Time ne’er tarried on Life’s way;But when Life wept, with pitying handTime stopped to wipe the tears away,And then went on, and on, and on.At last Time seemed to fall behind—Then Life with joy increased his pace.Time laughed with almost fiendish glee,He knew that Life would lose the race,While he would still go on, and on.Poor Life gave up the fight at last,He laid his burdens down and died.But still with agonizing voiceWith his last breath to Time he cried.Time took no heed, but still went on.