EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And I pray and pays us but with heaven of earth and dust;
Who in the dark and silent lover,
When we have the doubts of all our ways,
Waked up the story of our days;
But from this heaven of earth, this planet, this dust,
My Buddha shall help me out, I trust
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