TIME
.
TIME
may
ambition's
nest
destroy
,
Though
on
a
rock
'tis
perch'd
so
high
,
May
find
dull
av'rice
in
his
cave
,
And
drag
to
light
the
sordid
slave
;
But
from
affection's
temper'd
chain
To
free
the
heart
he
strives
in
vain
.
The
sculptur'd
urn
,
the
marble
bust
,
By
time
are
crumbled
with
the
dust
;
But
tender
thoughts
the
muse
has
twin'd
For
love
,
for
friendship's
brow
design'd
,
Shall
still
endure
,
shall
still
delight
,
Till
time
is
lost
in
endless
night
.