Text: | From his low bed of mortal dust |
Text: | So fades the lovely, blooming flower |
Author: | Mrs. Steele |
Text: | Return, my roving heart! return |
Author: | Doddridge |
Text: | Earth's transitory things decay |
Author: | Bowring |
Text: | When life, as opening buds, is sweet |
Author: | Mrs. Barbauld |
Text: | How blest are they whose transient years |
Author: | Norton |