On A Dial
1
To-morrow and to-morrow
Is but to-day:
The world wags but to borrow
Time that grows gray: -
Grammercy! time's but sorrow
And - well away!
2
Since time hales but to sadness
And to decay,
Men needs wax fools for madness,
Laugh, curse, and pray;
Death grapples with their badness -
The Devil's to pay.
Madison Julius Cawein
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