The Silver Chime ‎#54

54. The Song of the Minutes

1 We are but minutes--little things,
Each one furnished with sixty wings,
With which we fly on our unseen track,
And not a minute ever comes back.

2 We are but minutes--yet each one bears
All its burden of joys and cares,
Then calmly bear minutes fill'd with pain--
The worst of minutes cannot remain.

3 We are but minutes--when we bring
Dewdrops sweet from the pleasure-spring,
So, taste their sweetness while yet we stay,
A minute, and they vanish away.

4 We are but minutes--use us well,
For our use we must one day tell;
Who uses minutes has hours to use--
Who loses minutes, years must lose.

Text Information

• First Line: We are but minutes--little things
• Title: The Song of the Minutes
• Publication Date: 1862

Tune Information

• Name: [We are but minutes--little things]
• Key: A Major