Attend, young friends, while I relate The danger you are in, The devils that around you wait While subject unto sin. Although you flourish like the rose While in its branches green, Your sparkling eyes in death must close, No more will they be seen. In silent shades you must lie down, Long in your grave to dwell, Your friends will then stand weeping 'round And bid a long farewell. How small this world will then appear At that tremendous hour, When you Jehovah's voice shall hear And feel his mighty Power. In vain you'll mourn your days are past: Alas, those days are gone. Your golden hours are spent at last And never will return. O! Come this moment and begin, While life's sweet moments last: Turn to the Lord, forsake all sin, And he'll forgive the past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY |