Seba Smith

“ And fell at his feet, for his sands were told,
And the light in his eye had died.
I wondered and wept, that the bright and fair
Must all feel his deadly sway---
When a trumpet came sounding through the air,
And the sky like a scroll rolled away.
And an angel came down on his wings of gold,
Whose brightness outshone the sun,
And he cried, as he flew, ' thy sands are told,
And thy race, O Time, is run.'
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”