Proofs of time’s flight men may recall.
None so blind as those who will not see,
Remember this when next you look at me.
Hours there are most men would recall,
But few of us ask the return of them all.
O never fear an hour of loss,
That takes its shadow from the cross.
Passenger, follow my flight and know,
A journey like me you soon must go.
Live, O live, to all I cry,