EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust <br />Our youth, our joys, our all we have, <br />And pays us but with earth and dust; <br /> Who in the dark and silent grave, <br />When we have wander'd all our ways, <br />Shuts up the story of our days; <br />But from this earth, this grave, this dust, <br />My God shall raise me up, I trust.<br /><br />Sir Walter Raleigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-conclusion/
