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L. M.
The glory of man is as the flower, etc.
1 Pet. 1:24.
The morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noon-day heats
And fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipt by the wind’s untimely blast,
Parched by the sun’s directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-lived 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-lived beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With luster brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.
6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.
C. Wesley.