Samuel Rogers

(30 July 1763 – 18 December 1855)

Reflections - I. - Poem by Samuel Rogers

Man to the last is but a froward child;
So eager for the future, come what may,
And to the present so insensible!
Oh, if he could in all things as he would,
Years would as days and hours as moments be;
He would, so restless is his spirit here,
Give wings to Time, and wish his life away!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010



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