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Punctuality

Man Naturally loves delay,

And to procrastinate;

Business put off from day to day

Is always done to late.

 

Let ever hour be in its place

Firm fixed, nor loosely shift,

And well enjoy the vacant space,

As though a birthday gift.

 

And when the hour arrives, be there,

Where'er that "there" may be;

Uncleanly hands or ruffled hair

Let no one ever see.

 

If dinner at "half-past" be placed,

At "half-past" then be dressed.

If at a "quarter-past" make haste

To be down with the rest

 

Better to be before you time,

Than e're to be behind;

To open the door while strikes the chime,

That shows a punctual mind.

 

Moral:

 

Let punctuality and care

Seize every flitting hour,

So shalt thou cull a floweret fair,

E'en from a fading flower

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Lewis Carroll
1832-1898 / Male / English
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