So it begins. Adam is in his earth.

Tempted, and fallen, and his doom made sure

Oh, in the very instant of his birth:

Whose deathly nature must all things endure.

The hungers of his flesh, and mind, and heart,

That governed him when he was in the womb,

Those ravenings multiply in every part:

And shall release him only to the tomb.

Meantime he works the earth, and builds up nations,

And trades, and wars, and learns, and worships chance,

And looks to God, and weaves the generations

Which shall his many hungerings advance

When he is sunken dead among the sins.

Adam is in the earth. So it begins.