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.