Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.