Which is the friend and which the foe.
Death can never lose its sting,
Whilst we fear time on the wing.
I live an example to man and youth,
Of patient consistence, brightness, and truth.
He who waits for something to turn up,
Fills not the platter nor yet the cup.
The sun, the source of heat and light,
Gives flowers their scent and colour bright.
They the thread of life entangle,