How soon terrestrial pleasures fade away!
This star of comfort for a moment given,
Just rose on earth, then set, to rise in heaven.
Yet mourn not, as of hope bereft, its doom,
Nor water with thy tears its early tomb:
Redeemed by God from sin, released from pain,
Its life were punishment, its death is gain.’”
FOOTNOTES:
[1] See Roberts’s Conchologist’s Companion.