And all eternity shall be their spring.

Smart.

Man, (mortal creature,) fram’d to feel decays,

Thine unresisted power at pleasure sways,

Thou say’st return, and parting souls obey,

Thou say’st return, and bodies fall to-day.

For what’s a thousand fleeting years with Thee?

Or Time compared with long eternity?

Whose wings expanding infinitely vast,

O’erstretched its utmost ends of first and last.