A moment is a little thing

But moments make the day.

So crowd it with a worthy task

Before it slips away.

A minute is not with us long,

But oh, the joy or pain,

That can he crowd into it,

With loss, or priceless gain.

An hour of precious time a day

Will soon be slipping by,

A month, a year, the span of life,

Work, plan it well, and try.