(2030)
MINUTE, IMPORTANCE OF A
’Twas only a minute that would not stay,
But how many noticed its flight?
And yet for one it parted the way,
Betwixt life’s bloom and its blight.
It pointed the new-born baby’s breath,
First felt on the mother’s breast;
For another it sounded the summons of death
And a weary one gone to his rest.