- EARTHBORN roses are but brief,
- Fugitive earth's flowers,
- Even as the withered leaf,
- Honors that were ours.
- With swiftest speed, years hurry on
- Like zephyrs light,
- Like arrow's flight-
- They pass, they leave us, and are gone.
- Naught's eternal under heaven.
- Destiny claims all below;
- Swift the fatal bolt is driven-
- Death, remorseless, strikes the blow.
- In Heaven alone peace sheds her light;
- There reigns pure bliss,
- Calm happiness,
- And one long day undimm'd by night.
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