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.