632 B
632 B
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{{% verse %}} And am I born to die? To lay this body down! And must my trembling spirit fly into a world unknown? A land of deepest shade; Unpierced by human thought. The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot.
Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me?
— Charles Wesley, 1753 {{% /verse %}}