1 Naked, as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
2 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave,
He gives; and, blessed by his name,
He takes but what he gave.
3 Peace, all our angry passions, then;
Let each rebellious Sigh
Be silent at his sov'reign will,
And ev'ry Murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our Lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
Not will we call unjust the hand,
That strikes our comforts dead.
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First Line: | Naked as from the earth we came |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Troubles of Life |