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A minute, – how soon it is flown!

And yet, how important it is!

God calls every moment His own, —

For all our existence is His:

And tho’ we may waste many moments each day,

He notices each that we squander away.

We should not a minute despise,

Although it so quickly is o’er;

We know that it rapidly flies,

And therefore should prize it the more.

Another, indeed, may appear in its stead;

But that precious minute, for ever, is fled.

’Tis easy to squander our years

In idleness, folly, and strife;

But, oh! no repentance nor tears

Can bring back one moment of life.

Then wisely improve all the time as it goes,

And life will be happy, and peaceful the close.