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ere young leaves spring again.
Ere Young Heaves Spring again.
The breeze of autumn sighing strewed
The sear leaves o'er my path;
Deeply impress'd, I musing view'd
The monitors of death.
The faded verdure found a tongue—
"Oh ye," it seemed to cry,
"However strong, however young,
Know you must surely die."
Yea, many that with buoyant tread
Trip o'er the leaf-strewn plain,
Shall rest them in a lonely bed
Ere young leaves spring again.
The sear leaves o'er my path;
Deeply impress'd, I musing view'd
The monitors of death.
The faded verdure found a tongue—
"Oh ye," it seemed to cry,
"However strong, however young,
Know you must surely die."
Yea, many that with buoyant tread
Trip o'er the leaf-strewn plain,
Shall rest them in a lonely bed
Ere young leaves spring again.
Not long since, from the fost'ring earth,
'Mid showers and beams, we sprung;
Nature rejoiced at our birth,
Each bird our welcome sung.
Night gave us drink of balmy dew,
We fairer bloomed each day,
Each morning brought us strength anew—
What thought we of decay?
'Mid showers and beams, we sprung;
Nature rejoiced at our birth,
Each bird our welcome sung.
Night gave us drink of balmy dew,
We fairer bloomed each day,
Each morning brought us strength anew—
What thought we of decay?
