Philip Ayres - Written by Sig. Fra. Gorgia, Who Was Born as They Were Carrying His Mother to Her Grave lyrics

Unhappy I came from my Mother's womb, As she, Oh blessed She! who gave me breath, Having receiv'd the fatal stroke of d**h, By weeping friends was carried to her Tomb. The sorrow I exprest, and grievous cries, Love's tribute were, for her to Heav'n was gone, My coffin, and my cradle, both were one, And at her sunset, mine began to rise. Wretch, how I quake to think on that sad day! Which both for Life and d**h at once made way; Being gave the son, and mother turn'd to earth. Alas, I die! Not that Life hastes so fast, But that to me each minute seems the last, For I, in d**h's cold arms, receiv'd my Birth.