As the sweet flower that scents the morn
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As the sweet flower that scents the morn,But withers in the rising day,Thus lovely was this infant's dawn,Thus swiftly fled its life away.
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It died ere its expanding soulHad ever burned with wrong desires,Had ever spurned high Heaven's control,Or ever quenched its sacred fires.
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It died to sin, it died to cares,But for a moment felt the rod:O mourner, such the Lord declares,Such are the children of our God.