If it comes, let it come before I know
Or Lord, that one hour will stand upon rest.
And I wonâ€™t see the rest ones below,
But the one above all will steal my zest
Let me not be the slaughterer of thousands,
Bribed and enticed just for the sake of one.
Let me not forget to live the seconds,
Within the ace of the lifeâ€™s ending run.
The ruler of foliage, the holder of seas
Even for a day, yet shall I become
And Iâ€™ll let the sparks dwindle with the breeze
That my twenty-fifth hour is yet to come.
To witness the world, I came for a day
And my dearest last hour fades me away!