b'Even such is time, that takes in trust\\nOur youth, our joys, our all we have,\\nAnd pays us but with age and dust;\\nWho, in the dark and silent grave,\\nWhen we have wandered all our ways,\\nShuts up the story of our days.\\nBut from this earth, this grave, this dust,\\nMy God shall raise me up, I trust.'