At resurrection’s trump, disclosure naught will save.
Each plant, each honied morsel, in this lower sphere,
A term has, fixed, him to affect who tastes the cheer.
What ages of submission to sun’s influence,
E’er ruby can acquire ripe tinge, bright effulgence!
The salad cress is ready in a month or two;350
The rose requires some years before it shows its hue.
To this end has the Lord, whose name be ever blessed,
In holy writ declared: “Appointed term.”[307] We’ve cessed.
Hast thou this heard? Read, mark, and learn with diligence!