Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.