TheOLD MAN.
My Breath is corrupt, my Days are extinct, the Graves are ready for me.
Jobxvii. 1.
Exhausted Strength my feeble NervesNo longer now does brace,And, like a River’s rapid Stream,My Life flows out apace.The Time, which no One can recall,How swift a Flight has ta’en!And nothing but the silent TombFor me does now remain.Tir’d of the Ills of a long Life,And sick of all its Cares,For speedy Death I now addressTo Heav’n my anxious Pray’rs.
Exhausted Strength my feeble NervesNo longer now does brace,And, like a River’s rapid Stream,My Life flows out apace.The Time, which no One can recall,How swift a Flight has ta’en!And nothing but the silent TombFor me does now remain.Tir’d of the Ills of a long Life,And sick of all its Cares,For speedy Death I now addressTo Heav’n my anxious Pray’rs.
Exhausted Strength my feeble NervesNo longer now does brace,And, like a River’s rapid Stream,My Life flows out apace.
Exhausted Strength my feeble Nerves
No longer now does brace,
And, like a River’s rapid Stream,
My Life flows out apace.
The Time, which no One can recall,How swift a Flight has ta’en!And nothing but the silent TombFor me does now remain.
The Time, which no One can recall,
How swift a Flight has ta’en!
And nothing but the silent Tomb
For me does now remain.
Tir’d of the Ills of a long Life,And sick of all its Cares,For speedy Death I now addressTo Heav’n my anxious Pray’rs.
Tir’d of the Ills of a long Life,
And sick of all its Cares,
For speedy Death I now address
To Heav’n my anxious Pray’rs.