TIME, rushing past me with the noise of wings,
Woke up my sleeping spirit, and I wept
At his receding pinions moving on
Into eternity whilst I had slept.
Vainly across the gulf would I have leapt,
Crying, Oh bear me on thy wings to heaven,
And place me on my God's right hand forgiven;
Or bear at least some Christian deed to lay
Before the throne--a faint and feeble sign
Of that which fills my heart. Came answer none
Across the abysmal darkness. Time was gone.
'Gainst he returning come, Soul, work and pray,
That he may take thee unto the Divine.