Gather yea buds
while you may
for the earth grows in pain
because time flee day by day
death the feast
but never cease to pray
while darkness decrease
while he look's for a prey,
time is running.
Today is save
tomorrow may be groaning
work lest you become a slave
flee from pride
cease from crying
looking at the day of you bride
striving to wake the dying.
By:
Beryl Rem
Make Haste
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