Ohne Hast Und Ohne Rast Poem by John Bowring

'Ohne hast und ohne Rast,'
Is the immutable decree
Of the present,-of the past,-
Of the future,-and shall be
Long as time itself shall last,
Even through eternity.


Never resting, never hasting,
Cycled centuries roll away;
Time repairs what time is wasting,
Years restore what years decay:
Laws eternal rule the whole,
Charm the sense, and raise the soul.


O what marvellous Eye, inspecting,
Sees the immeasurable scene;
O what wondrous Hand, directing,
Guides the complicate machine:
Tiring, wandering, lingering never,
Lasting unimpaired for ever!