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Time Tryeth Truth Lyrics
If I cast my eyes before me
Towards an infinite space in which I do not exist
And if I look behind me, what a terrible procession there is in which I do not exist
And how little space I occupy in this first bit of time
Like to the falling of a star
Or as the flights of eagles are
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue
Or silver drops of morning dew
Or like a wind that chafes the flood
Or bubbles which on water stood
Even such is man whose borrowed light
Is straight called in and paid tonight
The wind blows out, the bubble dies
The spring entombed in autumn lies
The dew dries up, the star is shot
The flight is past and man forgot
The wind blows out and the bubble dies
The spring entombed in autumn lies
The dew dries up and the star is shot
The flight is past and man forgot
Earth covers earth
Time tryeth truth
Towards an infinite space in which I do not exist
And if I look behind me, what a terrible procession there is in which I do not exist
And how little space I occupy in this first bit of time
Or as the flights of eagles are
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue
Or silver drops of morning dew
Or like a wind that chafes the flood
Or bubbles which on water stood
Even such is man whose borrowed light
Is straight called in and paid tonight
The spring entombed in autumn lies
The dew dries up, the star is shot
The flight is past and man forgot
The spring entombed in autumn lies
The dew dries up and the star is shot
The flight is past and man forgot
Time tryeth truth
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Correct your lyrics!: The first spooken word bit is mostly wrong and star should be spelt "starre".
"If I cast my eyes before me, what an infinite space in which I do not exist; And if I look behind me, what a terrible procession of years in which I do not exist, and how little space I occupy in this vast abyss of time..."
Like to the falling of a Starre; Or as the flights of Eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gawdy hew; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrow'd light Is straight call'd in, and paid to night
The Wind blowes out; the Bubble dies; The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies; The Dew dries up; the Starre is shot; The Flight is past; and Man forgot
The wind blows out and the bubble dies The spring entomb'd in autumn lies The dew dries up and the starre is shot The flight is past and man forgot
And earth covers earth And time tryeth truth
Earth covers earth Time tryeth true