Poem by Bryan Waller Procter

A Petition to Time

TOUCH us gently, Time!
Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,—as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream.
Humble voyagers are We,
Husband, wife, and children three—
(One is lost,—an angel, fled
To the azure overhead.)

Touch us gently, Time!
We ’ve not proud nor soaring wings:
Our ambition, our content,
Lies in simple things.
Humble voyagers are We,
O’er Life’s dim, unsounded sea,
Seeking only some calm clime;—
Touch us gently, gentle Time! 

1. Is My Lover on the Sea
2. The Poet's Song to His Wife
3. A Poet’s Thought
4. Golden-Tressed Adelaide
5. The Hunter’s Song

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