It Is Not Time That Flies;
‘Tis We, ‘Tis We Are Flying.
It Is Not Life That Dies;
‘Tis We, ‘Tis We Are Dying.
Time And Eternity Are One;
Time Is Eternity Begun;
Time Changes, But Without Decay;
‘Tis We Alone Who Pass Away.

It Is Not Truth That Flies;
‘Tis We, ‘Tis We Are Flying.
It Is Not Faith That Dies;
‘Tis We, ‘Tis We Are Dying.
O Ever-During Faith And Truth,
Whose Youth Is Age, Whose Age Is Youth,
Twin Stars Of Immortality,
Ye Cannot Perish From The Sky.

It Is Not Hope That Flies;
‘Tis We, ‘Tis We Are Flying.
It Is Not Hope That Dies;
‘Tis We, ‘Tis We Are Dying.
Ye Streams That Have In Heaven Your Birth,
Ye Glide In Gentle Joy Through Earth;
We Fade Like Flower Beside You Sown,
Ye Are Still Flowing, Flowing On.

Yet We But Die To Live,
It Is From Death We’re Flying.
Forever Lives Our Life;
For Us There Is No Dying
We Die But As The Spring-Time Dies,
In Summer’s Golden Joy To Rise.
These Be Our Days Of Vernal Bloom;
Our Harvest Is Beyond The Tomb.