Time. The Saint

A S the Catholics tell me their Saint they can chuse,
I 've determin'd on mine, and 'tis known to the Muse;
'Tis on him , that with soft admonition corrects,
The afflicted consoles, and the helpless protects;
'Tis on him that in age has the vigour of youth,
And, by Patience caress'd, is the Parent of Truth;
If the name is not shadow'd enough in the rhyme,
Keep the secret, my heart! — in a whisper — " ' tis Time . "
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