Time's Treasure.

Time is treasure, expended or unexpended. But it is too precious to measure in mere money. Certainly same say that “Time is Money.” But

If Time were Money, clocks would be Cash-registers for you and me, And we would ne'er be stuck (you've said it!)

For necessary cash and credit. Our clocks indeed would do the trick, By giving us unbounded “tick.” If Time were Money, you and I Would merely watch the hours roll by And, while we sat and watched the clock, it Would drop the doubloons in our pocket.

But even this were not all honey, Unless we lived alone for money.

For Time means Life, and Life is hoping—

Far more indeed than grimy groping

For what is here and gone to-morrow, And what men spend and lend and borrow.

It means an opportunity To sample all the ecstacy— The pain and pleasure, here and hence,— The gift of Life's experience.