Speed

Speed written by William Henry Davies

From "The Loneliest Mountain", 1939

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Think, Man of Flesh, and be not proud
That you can fly so fast:
The little Worm can creep, creep, creep,
And catch you up at last -
Catch up with you at last.

Though you outfly the swiftest bird,
And laugh as you go past,
Think how the worm comes, creep, creep, creep
To catch you up at last -
Catch up with you at last.

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