Poems (Follen)/Lines written in a Friend's Album

by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

LINES WRITTEN IN A FRIEND'S ALBUM.

    What though our life,
    With all its strife,
Is but a fading flower;
    The early dew,
    The rosy hue
Of the transient morning hour;

    A meteor light,
    In a stormy night;
A little vapor flying fast,
    O'er hills and woods,
    And vales and floods,
Scattered by the rising blast:

    Yet to the rose,
    Which lowliest grows,
A sweet perfume is given;
    And dews arise,
    To deck the skies;
And the meteor 's lost in heaven.