Will.Whim

A weblog by Will Fitzgerald

How short the time! How frail the state!

Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream,
An empty tale, a morning flow’r,
Cut down and withered in an hour.

Our age to sev’nty years is set;
How short the time! How frail the state!
And if to eighty we arrive,
We’d rather sigh and groan than live.

Teach us, Oh Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out the span,
Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die and dwell with Thee.

(Words by Isaac Watts. Image from SciAm, via Cosmic Variance and Three-toed sloth)

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