SUCH IS LIFE.

Southland Times, Volume VII, Issue 518, 13 July 1866, Page 3

SUCH IS LIFE.

Like to the damask rose you see, Or like the blossom on the tree, Or like the dainty flower of May, Or like the morning of the day, Or like the sun. or like the shade, Or like the gouril which Jonas had ; Even so is man, whose thread is spun, Drawn out, and cut, and so is donel The rose withers, the blossom blasteth, The flower fades, the morning hasteth, The sun sets, the shadow flies, The gourd consumes, the man dies. Like the grass that's newly sprung, Or like the tale that's just begun, Or like the bird that's here to-day Or iike the pearled dew of May, Or like, an hour or like a span, Or like the singing of a swan, E'en such is man, who lives by breath ; Is here, is there ; in life in death. The grass decays, the tale doth end, The bird is flown, the dews ascend, The hour is short, the span not long, The swan's near death ! man' b life ia done I Like to a bubble on a brook, Or — in a mirror-4ike a look, Or like a shuttle in the hand, Or like a writing in the Band, Or like a thought, or like a dream, Or like the gliding of a stream j E'en such is man, whoss life is breath, Ib here, is there 5 in life, iv death ! The bubble's burst j thu look's forget SV. r Jhe shuttle's flung , the writing's blot j Thought i 3 pass'd ; the dream is gona ; . _ The water glides — man s life is done ' FAK2TST STA&'DtfOflfis