Tis not for man to trifle! Life is brief;
And sin is here
Our age is but the falling of a lead,
A dropping tear
We have no time to sport away the hours;
All must be earnest in a world like ours.
Not many lives, but only one, have we,
Frail, fleeting man:
How sacred should that one life ever be,
That narrow span!
Day after day filled with blessed toil,
Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil.
~ Charles Spurgeon ~