MAN. "Der Mensch glanzt eine zeitlang über die Erde dann verschwindet er und wird im grabe verborgen." IN beauty's pride see yonder flower, Yet ere to-morrow's dawning hour The canker worm hath been, And though it outwardly seems blest, Go, see its leaves fall one by one, Mark how it droops its head, And ere its life hath scarce begun 'Tis numbered with the dead. Now, in its melancholy fate, A lesson you may see A moral type of life's estate, Sad emblem of mortality! Just like the flower, see man to-day, To-morrow comes, and o'er his head A withering blight hath swept; Both man and flower are with the dead, Unthought of, and unwept! |