Since we the march of Time can not arrest, <br />Keep you in step with him till Time shall end: <br />Thus will you journey with more easeful breast, <br />Nor mar the rhythm that you cannot mend. <br />Nor ever yearn impatiently to reap <br />Harvest allotted unto mellower years, <br />But, having sown the seed, take care to keep <br />Its growth from tares till soaring stem appears. <br />Neither, when Summer from your life shall wane, <br />And Autumn fruit keep dropping from the bough, <br />Look back and sigh regretfully in vain <br />For joys no longer seasonable now: <br />Thus will your hours make music to the end, <br />And Life, you loved so, become Death your friend.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resignation-11/
