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Or tried to coax thee on thy way,
Spell-bind thy wing, and win thy stay!
I call thee, but to pay thee, Time,
The tribute of one child of rhyme,
Who thanks thee, that thy wing has shed
So many blessings on her head;
Who thanks thee, for the wreathing bough
Whose verdant leaves entwine her brow;
For that best prize to mortals given,
Which lends our world a gleam from heaven—
Friendship! while life owns such a guest,
Is Time a cheat, a dream, a jest?
No! Time when I have done with thee,
That gift shall gild Eternity!
Spell-bind thy wing, and win thy stay!
I call thee, but to pay thee, Time,
The tribute of one child of rhyme,
Who thanks thee, that thy wing has shed
So many blessings on her head;
Who thanks thee, for the wreathing bough
Whose verdant leaves entwine her brow;
For that best prize to mortals given,
Which lends our world a gleam from heaven—
Friendship! while life owns such a guest,
Is Time a cheat, a dream, a jest?
No! Time when I have done with thee,
That gift shall gild Eternity!
