Time And The Lover

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Title:     Time And The Lover
Author: Sir John Carr [More Titles by Carr]

Oh, Time! thy merits who can know?
Thy real nature who discover?
The absent lover calls thee slow,--
"Too rapid," says the happy lover.

With bloom thy cheeks are now refin'd,
Now to thine eye the tear is given;
At once too cruel and too kind,--
A little hell, a little heaven.

Go then, thou charming myst'ry, go!--
Yes, tho' thou often dost amuse me,
Tho' many a joy to thee I owe,
At once I thank thee and abuse thee.

[The end]
Sir John Carr's poem: Time And The Lover

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