TIME. TIME may ambition's nest destroy, Though on a rock 'tis perch'd so high, May find dull av'rice in his cave, And drag to light the sordid slave; But from affection's temper'd chain To free the heart he strives in vain. The sculptur'd urn, the marble bust, By time are crumbled with the dust; But tender thoughts the muse has twin'd For love, for friendship's brow design'd, Shall still endure, shall still delight, Till time is lost in endless night.