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REFLECTIONS FROM THE FLASH OF A METEOR.
Psalm X, 12.
So teach me to regard my day,
How small a point my life appears;
One gleam to death the whole betrays,
A momentary flash of years.
How small a point my life appears;
One gleam to death the whole betrays,
A momentary flash of years.
One moment smiles, the scene is past,
Life's gaudy bloom at once we shed;
And sink beneath affliction's blast,
Or drop as soon among the dead.
Life's gaudy bloom at once we shed;
And sink beneath affliction's blast,
Or drop as soon among the dead.
Short is the chain wound up at morn,
Which oft runs down and stops at noon;
Thus in a moment man is born,
And lo! the creature dies as soon.
Which oft runs down and stops at noon;
Thus in a moment man is born,
And lo! the creature dies as soon.
Life's little torch, how soon forgot,
Dim burning on its dreary shore;
Just like that star which downward shot,
It glimmers and is seen no more.
Dim burning on its dreary shore;
Just like that star which downward shot,
It glimmers and is seen no more.
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Teach me to draw this transient breath,
With conscious awe my end to prove;
Early to make my peace with death,
And thus in haste from time we move.
With conscious awe my end to prove;
Early to make my peace with death,
And thus in haste from time we move.
O Heaven, thro' this murky vale,
Direct me with a burning pen;
Thus shall I, on a tuneful gale,
Fleet on my three score years and ten.
Direct me with a burning pen;
Thus shall I, on a tuneful gale,
Fleet on my three score years and ten.
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