Poems (Follen)/To good Resolutions
TO GOOD RESOLUTIONS.
How like the morning flower ye are! Which lifts its diamond head, Exulting in the mead: But the rude wind shall steal its gem, Shall break its tender stem, And leave it dead.
Frail pledges of the contrite heart, Wherefore so soon decay? O yet prolong your stay! Until my soul shall boldly rise, And claim its native skies, Haste not away.