Even such is Time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and 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:
And from which earth, and grave, and dust,
The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.
.........................................................Sir Walter Raleigh
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We're here now and gone tomorrow,
Withered away like blades of grass.
Gone to a place without care or sorrow,
How swiftly do our lives pass.
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