TIME AND BEAUTY.
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Ruthless Time, who waits for no man,
But with scythe, and wings, and glass,
Lies in wait for youth and woman,


Saw one morning Beauty pass
O'er the flowers she bounded lightly,
Smiling as a summers day;
Tine, who marked her eyes beam brightly,
Chose the fair one for his prey.
"Mad," he rudely cried, "good morrow!
Knpw'st thou not what rights are mine?
Beauty it's my wont TO borrow,


And come to gather thine"
"rll not yield it," cried She boldly,


"Monster, do not draw so highs"
"Come with me-" he answered coldlv,
eco with thee" said she, "not I.
Time his scythe extended DER her,


Threatens with his withered hand,
And his hour-glass shook before her,


Pointing to the running sand.
But the maiden all intrepid,


Answered, laughing carelessly.
81 am young, and thou decrepId.


What hast thou to do with mc'"
Time replied with purpose steady,


Wrinkles must lend thy brow
Beauty cried, "Pm not yet ready"


Flying, cried, "not ready now."