Attend, young friends, while I relate The danger you are in, The devils that around you wait While subject unto sin. Although you flourish like the rose While in its branches green, Your sparkling eyes in death must close, No more will they be seen. In silent shades you must lie down, Long in your grave to dwell, Your friends will then stand weeping 'round And bid a long farewell. How small this world will then appear At that tremendous hour, When you Jehovah's voice shall hear And feel his mighty Power. In vain you'll mourn your days are past: Alas, those days are gone. Your golden hours are spent at last And never will return. O! Come this moment and begin, While life's sweet moments last: Turn to the Lord, forsake all sin, And he'll forgive the past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: SCANDERBERG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WESTWARD HO! by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |