| First Line: | While, with ceaseless course, the sun |
| Composer: | S. Webbe |
| Meter: | 7s. (Double) |
| Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 85k] [Wide Gif 85k] |
1. While, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Nevermore to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little, none can know.