First Line: It is not time that flies, 'tis we, 'tis we are flying ,

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.

2 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.

3 It is not hope that flies, 'tis we, 'tis
we are flying ; [we are dying.
It is not love that dies, 'tis we, 'tis
Twin streams that have in heaven your birth,
Ye glide in gentle joy through earth ;
We fade like flowers beside you sown —
Ye are still flowing, flowing on.

4 Yet we but die to live, it is from death we're flying ;
For ever lives our life, for us there is no dying.
We die, but as the spring-bud dies,
In summer's golden glow to rise ;
These be our days of vernal bloom.
Our harvest is beyond the tomb.