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THE MORAL OF FLOWERS. 
the flower of the field ? unless, indeed, we add to it 
the declaration of Job, “ Man that is born of a woman 
is of few days, and full of trouble .” 
’T was not to tell of foes subdued, 
Or battle spoils to bring, 
Th’ appointed herald daily stood 
Before the Grecian king. 
With solemn shout and trumpet’s clang 
Each morn this truth severe, 
“ Remember thou art mortal,” rang 
In royal Phillip’s ear. 
And why ? To ripen into deed 
Each high and lofty aim, 
And urge him on to win the meed, 
The meed of deathless fame, 
This record of the olden days 
May useful hint supply ; 
But say what herald shall upraise 
For me the warning cry ? 
