Two angels have them in eternal keeping. <br />He that beside the deep vaults of the past <br />Stands to receive the treasures, that with weeping <br />And lamentation into them men cast, <br />Forgetting that alone they hold that fast <br />Which to his marble storehouse they commit; <br />And He, that spirit bright and terrible, <br />Who at the feet of God doth thoughtful sit, <br />Upon whose scroll, in lines of flame are writ <br />Each hour of every day of those who dwell <br />Upon this earth: He hath those days and hours, <br />Whom, as they smiled on us, we counted ours; <br />And who, when that great history appears, <br />Shall make us answer, as if we were theirs.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-hours/
