'This not for man to trifle:life is brief,
And sin is here.
Our age is but the falling of a leaf,
A dropping tear.
We have no time to sport away the hours;
All must be earnest in a would like ours.
Not many lives,but one have we;
How sacred should that one life ever be -
Day after day filled up with blessed toil,
Hour afer hour still bringing in new spoil!