MERIDIAN.
’Tis twelve o’clock meridian.—.
My work is not half done.
Turn back the hands upon Life’s clock,
For it must not strike one.
’Tis twelve o’clock meridian,
Time faster, faster goes.
All heedless he of my distress,
Unheedful of my woes.
’Tis twelve o’clock meridian,
My life is now half gone,
’Tis useless to begin anew;
Anew life’s pages con.
’Tis twelve o’clock meridian,
Ambition now is gone.
I cannot take up stitches dropped;
My work cannot go on.
I’m tired and weary, will now rest,
Let time go on his way.
Life’s race is almost over now,
Time will not for me stay.
For wasted time now dead, and gone,
A requiem sad, time tolls.
All squandered hours, all work undone,
In winding-sheet he rolls.