July 30, 1900 & NSB: Mortimer Danforth

Mon, July 30 Wash & mop. A hot day & a tired one.


Time passes,
A fleeting breath, a flying myth,
Whose ever retreating footsteps
From far distances
Send tantalizing echoes back
To straining ears.
Before Time were we,
A conception in the mind of God.

Let Time pass, O living men!
Drop the ceaseless strain,
Live in the present hour
And patiently work out
That high destiny
Intended by the Creator!
He never planned the stress and strain
That breaks a man or woman
And renders them unfit . .

The tension drawn too tight
Must snap,
As it did with me!

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