From Lamartine

“O Time, suspend thy flight, and happy hours, Linger upon your ways! Oh! let us know the fleeting joy that’s ours These brightest of our days!

For the unhappy ones who thee implore, Flow swiftly as thou canst, With all their cares; but leave us, pass us o’er In happiness entranced!

Alas! in vain I ask some moments more, For Time escapes and flies! I ask this night to linger; lo, the power Of darkness quickly dies!

But let us love, and, while we may, be blest, Before our hour is gone! Nor time, nor man has any point of rest, It flows, and we float on!”