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Day by day the threads of white / Muliply, Oh! hour-glass!
How passing swift your bright sands pass, / Fain would I hold you, / Linger, bide / Until these surges shall subside, / That sweep me forward unto bliss, / Oh! charging sun, I bid you rest, / Break not your arrow in my breast!