go slow, o! day immaculate;

much slower than the rest.

master of time, mark every hour

as tho’ thou were not pressed,—

or hurried. but more leisurely

and gently let them chime.

oh! morn, take off thy wings of speed

and let this day be mine.

o! day, immaculate and kind,

make no rude haste or speed.

but loiter in less trodden paths

walk lightly o’er the mead.

spring and i are holding hands

on a green hill’s dazzling crest.

make this day, god, go very slow

more slowly than the rest.