Consistent Time unhurried wends his way,
While Homo sapiens in haste proceed,
For one the cycle’s ever here to stay,
The other will its journey end indeed.
No mortal can this system overthrow,
Nor can the final passage he suspend;
‘Tis easier all hurry to forego,
Thereby his present tenure to extend;
Each season brings its bloom and blush in time
Embracing any untoward with grace;
In all the heart of Nature beats sublime,
Even in those who wear no human face.
The treasure of each life in gilt engrave,
Lest we forget all end up in the grave.