- The sweetest blossoms die.
- And so it was that, going day by day
- Unto the church to praise and pray,
- And crossing the green church-yard thoughtfully,
- I saw how on the graves the flowers
- Shed their fresh leaves in showers;
- And how their perfume rose up to the sky
- Before it passed away.
- The youngest blossoms die.
- They die, and fall, and nourish the rich earth
- From which they lately had their birth.
- Sweet life: but sweeter death that passeth by,
- And is as tho' it had not been.
- All colors turn to green:
- The bright hues vanish, and the odours fly;
- The grass hath lasting worth.
- And youth and beauty die.
- So be it, O my God, thou God of truth.
- Better than beauty and than youth
- Are saints and angels, a glad company:
- And Thou, O lord, our rest and Ease,
- Are better far than these.
- Why should we shrink from our full harvest? why
- Prefer to glean with Ruth?
Last modified 12/13/95