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The morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold.
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.
So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows; Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose.
But worn by slowly rollirz years,
Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,
The short-lived beauties die away.
Yet these new-rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine, Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.
Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven but recompense our pains ; Perish the grass and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains !
Bring me flowers all young and sweet,
Bring me the rosemary, whose breath
Bring cypress from some sunless spot,
Oh, what upon this earth doth prove
No more, my baby, shalt thou lie,
The grave must be thy cradle, now;
No taint of earth, no thought of sin,
Yea! from mine arms thy soul hath flown
Methought when years had rolled away,
But thou hast past! for ever gone,
Farewell, my child, the dews shall fall,
The earliest snow-drop there shall spring,
Adieu, my babe! if life were long,
Soon on death's couch shall I recline ;
The twining jasmine and the blushing rose,
I SEND the Lilies given to me;
Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be;
But yet reject them not as such : For I have cherished them as dear,
Because they yet may meet thine eye, And guide thy soul to mine, even here,
When thou behold'st them drooping nigh, And know'st them gathered by the Rhine, And offered from my heart to thine !
The river nobly foams and flows,
The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose,
Some fresher beauty varying round ; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound,
Through life to dwell delighted here;
To Nature and to me so dear,