The Times That Swiftly Come Unending Seems
XXXVII
The times that swiftly come unending seems
And gently stalks the prey with gradual pace
Which melts away with cold but fiery beams
That make fair game of men that fall from grace
The past replaced by trivial novelty
And present ways has seen its better days
The future worship its technology
Man’s ingenuity gets all the praise
We can’t confuse the right or wrong with just
The old or new for good does not grow old
Nor sin turn from the same deceitful lust
But truth the daring souls eternal hold
By every nerve and sinew strained resist
The timely error that pervert and twist
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