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!