Winterr's words

What sweetness in this life
Does not partake of earthly sadness?
What expectation is not in vain
and where amongst men is the happy man?
All is changeful, all is paltry
That with difficulty we have gained
What glory on earth
Stands firm and unchanging?
All ashes, a phantom, shaddow and smoke,
All vanishes like a whirlwind of dust,
And before death we stand
Unarmed and powerless.
The arm of the mighty man is weak,
Null are the commands of kings,
Receive thy servant now fallen asleep,
O Lord, into the dwellings of the blessed