Children of the shower and sun,
Soon, like theirs, our day is done;—
We are fading e’en as they,—
We with them must pass away.
But the flowers shall bloom again;
Ends, at last, the winter’s reign;—
Life is larger than a breath,—
Love is master over death!
Precious, in the sight of God,
Violet, rose, and golden-rod;—