TEMPUS FUGIT.
Men sleep, but time speeds on;
The sun comes out at dawn
O’er hill and town,
At eve goes down,
But ever time speeds on.
Men die—the world moves on,
And when our forms are gone,
New hearts arise,
To seek earth’s prize;
And thus the world moves on.
GLADNESS.
Let thy heart, attuned to gladness,
Every fear and doubt dispel—
Banish idle thoughts of sadness,
Then shall joy thy bosom swell.