Eternity, which undenied to us, must remain
In all's mortality; all, we, must lay fast asleep
When it will call, or death, out-door, will peep-
We must not deny, as each we did disdain.
Glory- - as a recumbent's hope is far away
Or, 'betwixt death and life former is sooner
We are blind, as if, upon movement dogs stray
We become sordid, unwanted, to give a drop water
To forth lives, which are utterly not ours' own.
We must not find a boon, we'll entirely lose
The God, - once upon whose feet we did atone;
A clear call must come from Eternity, suppose
Breathes, which we fall, don't have certainty
As all eternal prides are dying in levity.


12/08/2015

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