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Random Poem of the Day

1Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
2      Old Time is still a-flying;
3And this same flower that smiles today,
4      To-morrow will be dying.
5The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
6      The higher he's a-getting;
7The sooner will his race be run,
8      And nearer he's to setting.
9That age is best, which is the first,
10      When youth and blood are warmer;
11But being spent, the worse, and worst
12      Times still succeed the former.
13Then be not coy, but use your time,
14      And while ye may, go marry;
15For having lost but once your prime,
16      You may for ever tarry.