And am I born to die, to lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly into a world unknown?
Soon as from earth I go, what will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe: what shall my portion be?
A land of deepest shade, unpierced by human thought:
The dreary regions of the dead, where all things are forgot.
And am I born to die, to lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly into a world unknown?
