Time orbs so silently beneath our feet,
We look around, and know not that we move,
Or that the point whereon we stand, to-day,
This moment, is our culminating point;
The Past and Future dip as they recede,
And only give to view the tops of things.
Therefore, be happy now; the mental eye
May take his pleasure, pleasure if it be,
In gazing on the Cottage, or the Church;
The Heart may fondly dwell upon the one,