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 The prompt stern Goddess Shakes her head, frowning; Time gives his hour-glass Its due reversal; Their hour is gone.

With weak indulgence Did the just Goddess Lengthen their happiness, She lengthen'd also Distress elsewhere.

The hour, whose happy Unalloy'd moments I would eternalise, Ten thousand mourners Well pleased see end.

The bleak, stern hour, Whose severe moments I would annihilate, Is pass'd by others In warmth, light, joy.

Time, so complain'd or, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm'd hours. 1885 Edition. Rh