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The grey day dawns and sleep is gone, / The laggard hours are here to count -- / Like yesterday's the sun shone on -- / A dreary stream from time's old fount.
Go, day, as fast as my heart beats, / Pass, minutes, with the speed of thought -- / Fly, as my soul, when it entreats / Swift passage where its love is sought.
The present bridge with then and when, / Link past and future, dropping now; / Die, days, and rot like aged men, / Nights, vanish like a gamester's vow!
Hope, on in front, seeks out the way, / Doubt stays behind and scoffs at all, / Trust walks with calm all through the day, / Faith brightly shines through night's deep pall.
Life in the ever present hour, / Art in the prison of life's pain, / Love in the torture of its power; / Death shares with sleep what joy should gain.