“ Was a child who had paused from his laughing and play
To gaze at the stream, as it hurried away
To the sea, with the ebb of the tide.
"What see you, my child, in the stream, as it flows
To the ocean, so dark and deep?
Are you watching how swift, yet how silent it goes?
Thus hurry our lives, till they sink in repose,
And are lost in a measureless sleep. ”