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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lapse of Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lament who will, in fruitless tears,<br>The speed with which our moments fly;<br>I sigh not over vanished years,<br>But watch the years that hasten by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look, how they come,--a mingled crowd<br>Of bright and dark, but rapid days;<br>Beneath them, like a summer cloud,<br>The wide world changes as I gaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What! grieve that time has brought so soon<br>The sober age of manhood on!<br>As idly might I weep, at noon,<br>To see the blush of morning gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could I give up the hopes that glow<br>In prospect like Elysian isles;<br>And let the cheerful future go,<br>With all her promises and smiles?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The future!--cruel were the power<br>Whose doom would tear thee from my heart.<br>Thou sweetener of the present hour!<br>We cannot--no--we will not part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, leave me, still, the rapid flight<br>That makes the changing seasons gay,<br>The grateful speed that brings the night,<br>The swift and glad return of day;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The months that touch, with added grace,<br>This little prattler at my knee,<br>In whose arch eye and speaking face<br>New meaning every hour I see;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years, that o'er each sister land<br>Shall lift the country of my birth,<br>And nurse her strength, till she shall stand<br>The pride and pattern of the earth:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till younger commonwealths, for aid,<br>Shall cling about her ample robe,<br>And from her frown shall shrink afraid<br>The crowned oppressors of the globe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True--time will seam and blanch my brow--<br>Well--I shall sit with aged men,<br>And my good glass will tell me how<br>A grizzly beard becomes me then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then should no dishonour lie<br>Upon my head, when I am gray,<br>Love yet shall watch my fading eye,<br>And smooth the path of my decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then haste thee, Time--'tis kindness all<br>That speeds thy winged feet so fast:<br>Thy pleasures stay not till they pall,<br>And all thy pains are quickly past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou fliest and bear'st away our woes,<br>And as thy shadowy train depart,<br>The memory of sorrow grows<br>A lighter burden on the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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The speed with which our moments fly;
I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the years that hasten by.

Look, how they come,--a mingled crowd
Of bright and dark, but rapid days;
Beneath them, like a summer c..."></div>
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