Take now, O earth, the load we bear,
And cherish in thy gentle breast
This mortal frame we lay to rest,
The poor remains that were so fair.
For they were once the soul's abode,
That by God's breath created came;
And in them, like a living flame,
Christ's precious gift of wisdom glowed.
Guard thou the body we have laid
Within thy care, till He demand
The creature fashioned by His hand
And after His own image made.
— Prudentius
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