Eternity! what art thou?—say!
—Time past—time present—time to come—to-day.
J. Montgomery.
See, how beneath the moonbeams’ smile
Yon little billow heaves its breast,
And foams and sparkles for awhile,
And murmuring then subsides to rest.
Thus man, the sport of bliss and care,
Rises on time’s eventful sea;
And having swelled a moment there,