Pilgrim Travelers - The Life You Save May Be Your Own lyrics

O that this too too sullied flesh would melt Thaw, and resolved itself into a sew Or that the everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self slaughter Dead, God How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world Fie or 't, all fie, 'tis an unneeded garden That grows to seed My own mind