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Time! on whose arbitrary wing / The varying hours must flag or fly, / Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, / But drag or drive us on to die - / Hail thou! who on my birth bestowed / Those boons to all that know thee known; / Yet better I sustain thy load, / For now I bear the weight alone.
I would not one fond heart should share / The bitter moments thou hast given; / And pardon thee - since thou couldst spare / All that I loved, to peace or / Heaven.