When as a child I laughed and wept, Time crept. When as a youth I waxed more bold, Time strolled. When I became a full-grown man, Time RAN. When older still I daily grew, Time FLEW. Soon I shall find, in passing on, Time gone. O Christ! wilt Thou have saved me then? Amen.
ATTRIBUTION:
Henry Twells (18231900), British rhymester. Times Paces, quoted in Alan L. Mackay, The Harvest of a Quiet Eye (1977).
Poem fixed to the front of the clock-case in the North Transept of Chester Cathedral.