Time Past and Future

A VISION .

I LOOK'D on Time , whose days were past ,
The persecutor fell at last:
Amid the ruins he had made
Himself upon the earth was laid.

Sprung from his ashes came to light
Another Time , with colours bright,
The Time that 's present: but, alas!
Youth, like an ideot, held his glass.

I saw his banners, in their pride,
'Whelm'd into dark oblivion's tide —
I heard him on the bed of death
Call on the future for his breath.

" Where is the future? " I exclaim'd,
With passion for its charms inflam'd;
Mute was the dissipated spell — ,
The vision clos'd, the curtain fell .
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