Time, by Mary Morgan

Time

I heard a strange voice calling unto me;
Did it not fall from yon etherial air,
So wonderfully pure its tone and rare;
Or was it breathed across the lonely sea?
Again the same voice sounded full and free: --
"Time am I called; behold me everywhere;
For destiny hath given to my care
The Past, the Present, and the great To Be.
Go up unto the hill-top. I will show
Myself to thee when busy day is done,
And twilight shadows gather thick below;
For only to the great Infinite One
Am I made visible in noon's pure glow:
Man seeth me but in the setting sun."

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Mary Morgan