Even such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wander'd all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this eaarth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust
--Sir Walter Raleigh
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