Time Looked Me In The Eyes While Passing By The Milestone Of The Year. That Piercing Gaze Was Both An Accusation And Reproach. No Speech Was Needed. In A Sorrowing Look More Meaning Lies Than In Complaining Words, And Silence Hurts As Keenly As Reproof. Oh, Opulent, Kind Giver Of Rich Hours, How Have I Used Thy Benefits! As Babes Unstring A Necklace, Laughing At The Sound Of Priceless Jewels Dropping One By One, So Have I Laughed While Precious Moments Rolled Into The Hidden Corners Of The Past. And I Have Let Large Opportunities For High Endeavour Move Unheeded By, While Little Joys And Cares Absorbed My Strength. And Yet, Dear Time, Set To My Credit This: Not One White Hour Have I Made Black With Hate, Nor Wished One Living Creature Aught But Good. Be Patient With Me. Though The Sun Slants West, The Day Has Not Yet Finished, And I Feel Necessity For Action And Resolve Bear In Upon My Consciousness. I Know The Earth'S Eternal Need Of Earnest Souls, And The Great Hunger Of The World For Love. I Know The Goal To High Achievement Lies Through The Dull Pathway Of Self-Conquest First; And On The Stairs Of Little Duties Done We Climb To Joys That Stand Thy Test. O Time, Be Patient With Me, And Another Day, Perchance, In Passing By, Thine Eyes May Smile.