1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, imprest
With awful pow'r,--I too must die,
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.
3 Let this vain world delude no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour;
To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May ev'ry heart obey;
Nor be the heav'nly warming vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
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First Line: | When blooming youth is snatch'd away |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Particular Occasions and Circumstances: On the Death of Relatives and Friends; On the death of a young person |