The Lapse Of Time And Rivers Is The Same, Both Speed Their Journey With A Restless Stream; The Silent Pace, With Which They Steal Away, No Wealth Can Bribe, No Prayers Persuade To Stay; Alike Irrevocable Both When Past, And A Wide Ocean Swallows Both At Last. Though Each Resemble Each In Every Part, A Difference Strikes At Length The Musing Heart; Streams Never Flow In Vain; Where Streams Abound, How Laughs The Land With Various Plenty Crown'D! But Time, That Should Enrich The Nobler Mind, Neglected, Leaves A Dreary Waste Behind.