Even such is time, which takes in trust <br />Our youth, our joys, and all we have, <br />And pays us nought but age and dust; <br />Which in the dark and silent grave, <br />When we have wandered all our ways, <br />Shuts up the story of our days! <br />And from which grave, and earth, and dust, <br />The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.'<br /><br />Sir Walter Raleigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sir-walter-raleigh-the-night-before-his-death/
