“Eternity, eternity:
How long art thou Eternity?”
COUNT the gold and silver blossoms
Spring has scattered o’er the lea;
Count the softly-sounding ripples
Sparkling o’er the summer sea
Count the lightly-flickering shadows
In the autumn forest glade;
Count pale nature’s scattered teardrops,
Icy gems by winter made:
Count the tiny blades that glitter
Early in the morning dew;
Count the desert sand that stretches
Under noontide’s vault of blue:
Count the notes that-wood-birds warble
In the evening’s fading light;
Count the stars that gleam and twinkle
O’er the firmament by night.
When thy counting all is done,
Scarce Eternity’s begun:
Ponder now, where wilt thou be
During thine ETERNITY?