1 The morning flow'rs display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noon-day heats
And fearless of the ev'ning cold.
2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride and beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colors shine
And sweeter than the virgin rose.
4 Or worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.
6 Let sickness blast and death devour,
If heav'n must recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,
If firm the word of God remains.
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First Line: | The morning flow'rs display their sweets |
Title: | Man fading and reviving |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Consummation of Things: Death |