Even such is time, that takes in trustOur youth, our joys, our all we have,And pays us but with age and dust;Who, in the dark and silent grave,When we have wandered all our ways,Shuts up the story of our days.But from this earth, this grave, this dust,My God shall raise me up, I trust.
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