Time And The Lover.
Oh, Time! thy merits who can know? Thy real nature who discover? The absent lover calls thee slow, - "Too rapid," says the happy lover. With bloom thy cheeks are now refin'd, Now to thine eye the tear is given; At once too cruel and too kind, - A little hell, a little heaven. Go then, thou charming myst'ry, go! - Yes, tho' thou often dost amuse me, Tho' many a joy to thee I owe, At once I thank thee and abuse thee.
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"Oh, Time! thy merits who can know?..."
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