. Agatha, a romance of Maine . me. O Time, thou halt and lame ! the lover cried, Increase thy pace, that I my sweet may see ! But Time, with voice decrepit, sad replied, Nay, hearts impatient! nay, it cannot changeless round a Higher Power doth guide ; Nor haste, nor moments pause, permitteth He. II. Alas, remorseless Time ! Thy speed abate, The father importuned, and dropped a tear ; One little space turn back thy wheel of fate. And spare my child as child another year ! O Time, the mother wept, nor wealth, nor state, I ask; but only leave my infant here —Here on my bosom ! Nay, I must
. Agatha, a romance of Maine . me. O Time, thou halt and lame ! the lover cried, Increase thy pace, that I my sweet may see ! But Time, with voice decrepit, sad replied, Nay, hearts impatient! nay, it cannot changeless round a Higher Power doth guide ; Nor haste, nor moments pause, permitteth He. II. Alas, remorseless Time ! Thy speed abate, The father importuned, and dropped a tear ; One little space turn back thy wheel of fate. And spare my child as child another year ! O Time, the mother wept, nor wealth, nor state, I ask; but only leave my infant here —Here on my bosom ! Nay, I must not wait, Rejoined the spectre. On, O Charioteer ! MUTATION. I I I III. Beside two graves, where wife and son low sleep, The white-locked sire in faith invokes his God I would not. Father, for my lost ones weep, Nor wish that life lay all before, is but servant, and he must needs reap And garner up his harvest neath the sod ;But deaths fair river he can neer oerleap : Eternity shall break his iron rod! C 32 89 iH.
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