Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
Lines above are Sir
Walter Raleigh's. Stories say that he wrote it the night before his
execution. It was found in his Bible – a good place to write your
last words. I have no idea what's wrong with me or what's so right
with him that I feel very sorry for his death. I mean, I don't even
know him or what kind of person he is. I only know that he was a
soldier, a captain, a pirate (legal one), and a courtier. He's one of
Elizabeth I's favourites, I heard.
The poem above is so
beautiful. It starts rather sadly, for the writer knew that he must
die. It's just the rule of nature. But the last two lines express his
hope to raise again, to live again by God's Almighty power.
Apart from reading this
poem, I also read his last speech right before his execution, and
also some reports on his trial. He was a good, eloquent, persuasive
speaker. I told you, I almost cried reading those.
Truly this makes me
think what I would leave when I know it is the end. Perhaps I should
start writing my own epitaph.
This poem is one of my all-time favorites!
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