  Time is ever swiftly fleeting, Unimproved by scores of men; Opportunities are passing That we’ll never have again; Many things we may accomplish, As the hours go speeding on, If we but improve each moment, Ere the precious time is gone. There are many hearts about us, That a loving word might cheer; There are many dear ones with us, That ere long may not be here: Let us then be wise and thoughtful, As our course we journey on, Striving for the good of others Ere the precious time is gone. |
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