Oh Heart’s Cradle Sweet Time
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Peter S. Quinn
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Time to come of give and take
Fruit carriers of all that past
In history and centuries make
This in its whiles shall last
Sails on ships that come and go
And giving fulfillment’s joy
The pages that we all now know
And no oblivion could destroy
Oh heart’s cradle sweet time
Those men gave by their shade
And come to last in its prime
To bring us pleasures once made
Going on like the breezy wind
With moments to trod the road
Its many occasion intertwined
In time’s heavy thought and load
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