Original Poetry.

All earthly things with eagle wings
Too quickly pass away;
The fairest flower will in an hour,
All wither and decay.

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Short is the span, to weary man,
Allotted from on high;
This very night, ‘ere morning light,
We may be doomed to die.

The joys of earth are nothing worth,
Then seek some nobler prize;
Though ages roll, yet like the soul,
True virtue never dies.

With constant care, direct thy prayer
To Him who can forgive;
Who did alone for sins atone,
And died that we might live.

Ask light divine, and be it thine
That blessing to obtain;
But ask in faith, and Jesus saith,
Thou shalt not ask in vain.

Should others sneer, still persevere;
The days will soon be o'er,
When gnawing care, and dark despair,
Shall haunt the breast no more.

Believers know, that here below,
No resting place is given;
They seek a home, in worlds to come—
Eternal in the heaven.

Hail gracious Lord! thy blessed word
Shall heavenly food supply,
Till we ascend, to join the Friend
Of sinners in the sky.

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