Even Such is time, That takes in trust Our Youth, Our Joys ,Our All we have And pays us but with earth and dust Why, in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered 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.
Cupid And My Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid Paid She stakes her quiver, bow and arrows, Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
He won, And CUpid blind did rise. "O" Love Has he done this to thee? What Shall, Alas become of me?
Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
Even Such is time, That takes in trust Our Youth, Our Joys ,Our All we have And pays us but with earth and dust Why, in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered 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.
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
He won, And CUpid blind did rise. "O" Love Has he done this to thee? What Shall, Alas become of me?
Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
Even Such is time, That takes in trust Our Youth, Our Joys ,Our All we have And pays us but with earth and dust Why, in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered 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.
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
He won, And CUpid blind did rise. "O" Love Has he done this to thee? What Shall, Alas become of me?
Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
Even Such is time, That takes in trust Our Youth, Our Joys ,Our All we have And pays us but with earth and dust Why, in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered 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.
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