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Time
Time Thou mighty monarch of “eartherial” scope, the vicegerent and the viceroy of all fickle frame. from thy womb lonesome vial sprung, and the cavalcades of torrents bearing branches Time ere that chaotic cosmos regaled in darkness found a cloth of light, Thou deccreest the bands and bounds by thine unvoiced speeches. and when creation found a space in thy vast gale. thy space was not submerged or muted in all affairs. Time As a conqueror, we see thy doings over man. thy power over kings. and thy victory over thrones we stand aghast when arrogance is over. speechless at the remains of monarchs. Time, where is Rome, where is Assyria? Where is Babylon, where is Britain ? Like carcasses in the wind they crumbled regaled in dusty past of forgone memories their days of Power are over Time Even now, thy watchers are in all cities upon all arms when in rage the sword is drawn from the scabbard some you kill. other you honour. and others you mocked. May we in Time, find our paths ere we bid this earth farewell
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