FOR THE LITcHFIELD ENQUIRER.
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FOR THE LITCHFIELD ENQUIRER.

 WHAT IS TIME? What is time [? the surge that sweeps Lifs's feeble bark along, Resistless o'er the swelling deeps, Nought can its stay prolong. What is time {? the tempest blast, Which nothing can withstand, That lays the proudest structures waste, Despoils the fairest land. What is time? the lght-winged breeze Which glads the summers day, That passing by forever fees, Ne'er to retrace its way. What is time that perilous space Which lies stretched out between The bi'th of man, his native place, And lands unknown, unseen. What is time !? the frst-the last Beginning and the end; What is-what was--what shall stand fast, Till Heaven and Earth shall blend.

 VILLICUS.