Time Is Speeding

SWIFTLY speeding, swiftly speeding,

0 how fast the moments fly;

Days and months and years receding,

All alike go hastening by.

On the pages of life's journal,

For another year that's flown,

Wisdom, grace, and truth eternal,

Are they numbered all our own?

Time is flying, moments precious

Should all tell of victories won;

And, if faithful, soon will greet us,

Welcome plaudit of "Well done."

Oswego, N. Y."

A. L.