Man

Such are thy days—so shall they pass away—
As flowers that bloom at morn, at eve decay;
But then, there comes a life that knows no end—
Rich in unfading joys that far transcend
Thy highest thoughts or warmest wishes—given
To those whose days on earth have fitted them for heaven.
There is a covenant—it is sealed with blood;
A risen Saviour—a forgiving God:
These all are thine; may these thy thoughts employ,
Thy days all pass in peace, and end in joy.
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