Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us nought but age and dust; Which in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days!
And from which grave, and earth, and dust,
The Lord shall raise me up,
I trust.'The following is Raleigh's last poem, written the night before his death, and found in his Bible, in the Gate house, at Westminster:
