English poem
On a Watch
by Anonymous
While this gay toy attracts thy sight, Thy reason let it warn; And sieze, my dear, that rapid time, That never must return. If idly lost, no art or care The blessing can restore, And Heav'n requires a strict account For ev'ry mispent hour. Short is our longest day of life, And soon its prospect ends, Yet on that day's uncertain date Eternity depends. Yet equal to our being's aim The space to virtue giv'n; And ev'ry minute, well improv'd, Secures an age in Heav'n.
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