… we are but dust, like grass before the rake, a flower and falling leaves. The wind has only to blow over it, and it is there no more. And so man passes away, his end is nigh [Psalm 149, set to music in Bach’s “Sing to the Lord a New Song”].
… we are but dust, like grass before the rake, a flower and falling leaves. The wind has only to blow over it, and it is there no more. And so man passes away, his end is nigh [Psalm 149, set to music in Bach’s “Sing to the Lord a New Song”].