WELL did the holy Prophet say, "Man is a flower and fades as soon; Wakes into birth in early day, And droops and withers ere 'tis noon." All powerful Faith! 'Tis thine to show That here, tho' mortal flowerets die, They're but exotics here below, -- Their native soil's above the sky. Death but transplants; he can't destroy: The immortal plants survive the tomb; In Heaven's parterres of peace and joy They flourish in immortal bloom. All pitying God! How oft we blame The stroke thy righteous will has given, When death in mercy only came To gather infant buds to Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY IN HEAVEN by ROBERT BURNS THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE ROMEO AND JULIET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPITHALAMIUM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FIAMMETTA: SONNET. TO DANTE IN PARADISE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |