IT is written on the rose, In its glory's full array; Read what those buds disclose -- "Passing away." It is written on the skies Of the soft blue summer day; It is traced in sunset's dyes -- "Passing away." It is written on the trees, As their young leaves glistening play; And on brighter things than these -- "Passing away." It is written on the brow Where the spirit's ardent ray Lives, burns, and triumphs now -- "Passing away." It is written on the @3heart;@1 Alas! that @3there@1 Decay Should claim from Love a part -- "Passing away." Friends, friends! -- oh! shall we meet In a land of purer day, Where lovely things and sweet Pass not away? Shall we know each other's eyes, And the thoughts that in them lay When we mingled sympathies "Passing away?" Oh! if this may be so, Speed, speed, thou closing day! How blest from earth's vain show To pass away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION THE GREEN LINNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WEAVERS ALL by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY SONG FOR THE LONDON VOLUNTEERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EUTERPE by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE |