Once at a potent leader's voice I stayed; Once I went back when a good monarch prayed; Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore, The flying shadow will return no more.

I am moved by the light. [Lat., A lumine motus.]

The hour of justice does not strike On the dials of this world. [Fr., L'heure de la justice ne sonne pas Aux cadrans de ce monde.] - Maurice Maeterlinck, Measure of the Hours,

I count only the hours that are serene. [Lat., Horas non numero nisi serenas.]

In the day, do the day's work.

Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice; But for those who Love, Time is not. - Henry Jackson van Dyke,