_The March Of Time._

Steadily marching, swift or slow, Moments and months and days they go. Moments and months and days and years Laden with hope and love and tears.

Laden with hope that cheered the way When earth lay wrapped in twilight gray, In twilight gray, till shining through The fair, sweet promise grew and grew.

Fair, sweet promise of joy, of bliss, We should not, could not, would not, miss Of bliss so perfect, bliss so true, We fain would keep that bliss in view.

Steadily marching, swift or slow, Moments and months and days they go, Moments and months and days and years, And then—eternity appears.