
The Harp #44
Display Title: Think O, my soul First Line: My days, my weeks, my months, my years Date: 1840
The Harp #44
1 My days, my weeks, my months, my years,
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres
Around the steady pole:
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
Till I must launch through boundless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.
2 The grave is near the cradle seen:
The moments swiftly pass between,
And whisper as they fly:
Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of sublunary bliss,
Thou soon must gasp and die.
3 My soul, attend the solemn call:
Thine earthly tent must quickly fall,
And thou must take thy flight
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing and love as angels do,
Or sink in endless night.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #904
First Line: | My days and weeks, and months and years |
Title: | Soliloquy on the Eve of New Year's Day |
Author: | Thomas Greene (1780) |
Meter: | 8.8.6.8.8.6 |
Source: | Poems on Various Subjects, Chiefly Sacred, by the Late Mr. Thomas Greene, of Ware, Hertfordshire. London: H. Goldney. 1780. 381 pp. |
Language: | English |
Notes: | Research by Marion J. Hatchett, 2003. (A Companion to the New Harp of Columbia, p. 148.) claims "Julian (1907) spells his last name "Greene", but the book of his poems spells it correctly: "Green" ". However the Library of Congress Name Authority and WorldCat records spell the name "Greene." |
Copyright: | Public Domain |