Who guilty are of endless wrangle.
What’s the time? Come, why do you ask?
Is it to start or end your task?
The thread of life, though thick and strong,
Fates shall sever for thee ere long.
Who goes early to bed and early to rise,
Needs naught but the sun to lighten the skies.
Go, live and let live while you’ve power,
For life is but a thing of hour.
What we sow in time we reap in Eternity,