Sit down, sad soul, and count

The moments flying;

Come, tell the sweet amount

That’s lost by sighing!

How many smiles? —- a score?

Then laugh and count no more;

For day is dying!

Lie down, sad soul, and sleep,

and no more measure

The flight of time, nor weep

The loss of leisure;

By here, by this lone stream,

Lie down with us, and dream

Of stray treasure!

We dream: do thou the same;

We love, —— forever;

We laugh, yet few we shame; —–

The gentle never.

Stay, then, till sorrow dies;

Then —- hope and happy skies

Are thine forever!

Bryan Waller Procter ( Barry Cornwell)