Beyond its measure and its power.
519. C. H. M. J. Taylor.
What is your Life?
1O, what is life?--'tis like a flower
That blossoms and is gone;
It flourishes its little hour,
With all its beauty on:
Death comes, and, like a wintry day,
It cuts the lovely flower away.
2O, what is life?--'tis like the bow