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How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower! 
The glory of April and May; 
But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, 
And they wither and die in a day. 
Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast, 
Above all the flowers of the field; 
When its leaves are all dead, and its fine colors lost, 
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield! 
So frail is the youth and the beauty of men, 
Though they bloom and look gay like the rose; 
But all our fond care to preserve them is vain, 
Time kills them as fast as he goes. 
Then Til not he proud of my youth nor my heauty , 
Since hoth of them wither and fade; 
But gain a good name hy well doing my duty; 
This will scent like a rose when Tm dead. 
— Dr. J. Watts. 
And just as truthful and sincere are the lines of another: 
“Beautiful? Yes, but the blush will fade, 
The light grow dim which the blue eyes wear; 
The gloss will vanish from curl and braid, 
And the sunbeam die in the weaving hair; 
Turn from the mirror, and strive to win 
Treasures of loveliness still to last; 
Gather earth’s glories and bloom within. 
That the soul may he bright when youth is passed.” 
— Anon. 
