Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of repentance fling;
The bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the bird is on the wing.
--_Omar Khayyam._
Westward the star of empire takes its way;
The four first acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the day;
Time's noblest offspring is the last.
--_George Bishop Berkeley._