Heirs of Time by Arthur Willis Colton — Read

PART I. WEST-EASTERLY MORALITIES

Who grieves because the world is old,

Or cares how long it last,

If no grey threads are in our gold,

The shade our marbles cast,

We may not see it creeping near;

Time's heirs are you and I,

And freely spend each minted year

For anything 'twill buy.