1 The vernal flowers their beauties spread,
Delightful to the eye;
But quickly all their hues are fled--
They wither, droop, and die.
2 Emblem of beauteous childhood's bloom,
Emblem of its decay;
Swiftly they leave us for the tomb,
Wither, and pass away.
3 Why should we mourn these fading flowers,
From this low vale removed,
To bloom afresh in angel's bowers,
By them and Christ beloved?
4 Thus sever'd from their parent stem,
Our babes go on before;
That our fond hearts may follow them,
To that immortal shore.
5 There they and we, (when Christ appears,)
All wash'd from sin's foul stain,
Shall flourish through eternal years;
Nor die, nor weep again.
Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #15