Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Time speeds away away away
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: DLM
Tune: Leavenworth
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 081, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsTime speeds away, away, away:
Another hour, another day,
Another month, another year,
Drop from us like the leaflet sere,
Drop like the lifeblood from our hearts,
The rose-bloom from our cheek departs.
The tresses from our temples fall,
The eye grows dim and strange to all.
Time speeds away, away, away:
Like torrent in a stormy day,
He undermines the stately tower,
Uproots the tree and snaps the flower,
And sweeps from our distracted breast
The friends that loved, the friends that bless'd,
And leaves us weeping on the shore,
To which they can return no more.
Time speeds away, away, away:
No eagle thought the skies of day,
No wind along the hills can flee
So swiftly or so smooth as he:
Like fiery seed, from stage to stage
He bears us on, from youth to age,
Then plunges in the fearful sea
Of fathomless eternity.