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THE DECAY OF FLOWERS.
Die, blooming flowers ! as if ye ne'er bad been;
in accent soft and clear, Tun'd to the warbling of those heav'nly strings With whose sweet strain the sapphire region rings When holy faith, in pity to mankind, Reveals the triumphs of th' immortal mind; I hear, with mingled music from on higli, Reason announce, “ Altho' they seem to die, “ Not like the blossoms of the woody glade, “Shall the bright flowers of human nature fade : “ Adorn'd with mercy, piety, and truth,
They still shall flourish in immortal youth.”Ye flowers of human-nature! at the time We grieve for your decay, in orient prime, Beneath the brilliancy of heavenly skies, Ye bloom; while here ye seem to fade, ye rise Gay in the embellishment of recent hues; Gales of more exquisite perfume diffuse, Than ye could breathe amid the mists below; And gilt with beams of conscious splendor glow.
Sweet peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly
Let me once know.
And ask'd if peace were there,
Go, seek elsewhere.
and going, did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
I will search out the matter.
Did break and scatter.
Then went I to a garden, and did spy
A gallant flower,
Peace at the root must dwell.
What shew'd so well.
At length I met a rev'rend good old man :
Whom when for peace
There was a prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who liv'd with good increase
Offlock and fold.
He sweetly liv'd; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes,
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat : Which many wond'ring, at, got some of those
To plant and set.
It prosper'd strangely, and did soon disperse
Though all the earth :
That virtues lie therein ;
By flight of sin.
Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And peace, which every where
Is only there.
Queen of all virtues! for whate'er we call
The hero, down thro' ev'ry age renown'd,
Health, peace, and sweet content to these it brings,
PARAPHRASE OF THE LORD'S
Father, ador'd in worlds above!
Lord ! make our daily wants thy care;