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The Hour Glass

By Rob Morris

Life's sands are dropping, dropping,
Each grain a moment dies
No stay has time, nor stopping
Behold how swift he flies!

He bears away our rarest
They smile and disappear
The cold grave wraps our fairest
Each falling grain's a tear.

Life's sands are softly falling,
Death's foot is light as snow
'Tis fearful, 'tis appalling,
To see how swift they flow

To read the fatal warning
The sands so plainly tell
To feel there's no returning
Through death's dark, shadowy dale.

Life's sands give admonition
To use the moments well
Each grain bears holy mission,
And this the tale they tell:

Let zeal than time run faster,
Each grain some good afford,
Then at the last The Master
Shall double our reward!
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