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        <alex:fullText><![CDATA[                                      1645
                                    ON TIME
                                 by John Milton

  Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
  Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
  Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
  And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
  Which is no more then what is false and vain,
  And meerly mortal dross;
  So little is our loss,
  So little is thy gain.
  For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb&#39;d,
  And last of all, thy greedy self consum&#39;d,
  Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
  With an individual kiss;
  And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
  When every thing that is sincerely good
  And perfectly divine,
  With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
  About the supreme Throne
  Of him, t&#39; whose happy-making sight alone,
  When once our heav&#39;nly-guided soul shall clime,
  Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,
  Attir&#39;d with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
    Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

                   -THE END-
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