The Importance of Time

One hour he lingers in our midst and speaks to us by strange emotions stirred the wondrous paths that providence has led within his life. He lauds with every word we hark and heed for after ages hoarding with care the merest trifle that occurred while one writes down his words to make us sure his memory shall live both true and pure i hear him speak but oh how much there is that i would ratherFar myself relate for all is still alive within my mind the least of circumstancesi would state impatiently i list can scarce conceal how sore it is thus silently to wait one day i shall no more restrain my zeal the spenders of this beautiest life reveal,