I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Others mistrust and say: "But time escapes - live now or never!" He said: "What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes - Man has For ever
I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!
Who knows but the world may end tonight
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.