Time.

Time. [No. 81]

Hath e’er, in childhood, ridden in a cart,
And watch’d how trees and houses seem to fly
Past thee, as though thyself were stationary,
And they in rapid motion? Perhaps now thou art
In mind scarce more advanced. Days, years roll by, 5
We say, but fancy that we stand unmoved!
How little has our mental sight improved,
Although Life’s journey’s end may fast draw nigh!
Years are but links in an unending chain,
Time but a portion of Eternity! 10
Thy Temple build with true Freemasonry,
If thou admittance to that Lodge would gain
Where the Great Architect doth surely reign;
And those who build for aye are freed from every pain.

by George Markham Tweddell 1st published c 1887