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- Time is the root of all this earth;
- These creatures, who from Time had birth,
- Within his bosom at the end
- Shall sleep; Time hath nor enemy nor friend.
- All we in one long caravan
- Are journeying since the world began;
- We know not wither, but we know
- Time guideth at the front, and all must go.
- Like as the wind upon the field
- Bows every herb, and all must yield,
- So we beneath Time's passing breath
- Bow each in turn, -- why tears for birth or death ?
TIME
