1 The morning flowers display their sweets
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold. MIM 111.1
2 Nipt by the winds’ untimely blast,
Parched by the sun’s directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-lived beauties die away. MIM 111.2
3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colors shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose. MIM 111.3
4 Or worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
The short-lived beauties die away. MIM 111.4
5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
with lustre brighter far shall shine, Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline. MIM 111.5
6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains;
Perish the grass and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains. MIM 112.1