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I: The world, not hushed, lay as in trance; / It saw the future in its van, / And drew its riches in advance, / To meet the greedy wants of man; / Till length of days, untimely sped, / Left its account unaudited.
II: The sun, untired, still rose and set,- / Swerved not an instant from its beat: / It had not lost a moment yet, / Nor used in vain its light and heat; / But, as in trance, from when it rose / To when it sank, man craved repose.