Brother, Time Is A Thing How Slight! Poem by Philip Henry Savage

Brother, Time Is A Thing How Slight!



Brother, Time is a thing how slight!
Day lifts and falls, and it is night.
Rome stands an hour, and the green leaf
Buds into being bright and brief.
For us, God has at least in store
One shining moment, less or more.
Seize, then, what mellow sun we may,
To light us in the darker day.

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