“Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.”

—  Isaac Watts

Psalm 90 st. 5.
1710s, "Our God, our help in ages past" (1719)

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English hymnwriter, theologian and logician 1674–1748

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