Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last.

Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'T is like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.

When Israel was from bondage led, Led by the Almighty's hand From out of foreign land, The great sea beheld and fled.

Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.

I am in the present and only the present matters to me.

His time is forever, everywhere his place.