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TO THE REV. D. REES, OF LLANELLY,…

THE PRESENT POSITION OF CONSISTENT…

THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS.

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THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. How happily, how happily the flowers die away Oh, could we but return to earth as easily as they Just live a life of sunshine, of innocence and bloom Then drop without decrepitude, or pain, into the tomb The gay and glorious creatures! they neither toil nor spin Yet, lo what goodly raiment they're all apparelled in No tears are on their beauty, but dewy gems more bright Than ever brow of eastern queen endiademed with ligTit. The young rejoicing creatures their pleasures never pall; Nor lose in sweet contentment, because so free to all! -— The dew, the showers, the sunshine, the balmy blessed air Spend nothing of their freshness, though all may freely share. The happy careless creatures of time they take no heed • Nor weary of his creeping, nor tremble at his speed Nor sigh with sick impatience, and wish the light aw'av • Nor when 'tis gone, cry dolefully, Would God that it 'were day: And when their lives are over, they drop away to rest, Unconscious of the penal doom, on holy nature's breast; No pain have they in dying—no shrinking from decay— Oh, could we but return to earth as easily as they

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