Poem 35 in my 100 days of poetry series
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 earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Thanks for listening 🙂
Lovely. And one of my favourite little poems, too.
Aww! Thank you. I’m trying to discover a few I do not know as well as some old favourites 🙂
Hopefully you’ll find some too!