Classic Poem

Time is God's tenderness
Told in hours and ages,
The sinner's cleansing fear,
The sure proof of sages;
Time's work is powerful,
Ingenious and true,
Making snow out of rain
And rain out of dew,
Making cities out of towns
And deserts out of cities,
Teaching by many wars
Millions of pities.

Time can lift a forest up
Where lies a bare field,
Or show the naked lie
That truth has concealed.
Goals of my long desire
Time alone can reach
And time can cure the sorrow
That finds no ease in speech.