1 So fades the lovely, blooming flower,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour!
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die!
2 To certain trouble we are born,
Hope to rejoice, but sure to mourn.
Ah, wretched effort! sad relief,
To plead necessity of grief!
3 Is there no kind, no lenient art,
To heal the anguish of the heart?
To ease the heavy load of care,
Which nature must, but cannot bear?
4 Can reason’s dictates be obeyed?
To weak, alas, her strongest aid!
O let religion then be nigh,
Her comforts were not made to die.
5 Her powerful aid supports the soul,
And nature owns her kind control;
While she unfolds the sacred page,
Our fiercest griefs resign their rage.
6 Then gentle patience smiles on pain,
And dying hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.
7 The promise guides her ardent flight,
And joys unknown to sense invite,
Those blissful regions to explore,
Where pleasure blooms, to fade no more.
|First Line:||So fades the lovely, blooming flower|
|Title:||So Fades The Lovely, Blooming Flower|
|Source:||Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, 1760|
|Notes:||Written for a friend on the death of a child; Alternate tunes: ABENDS by Herbert S. Oakeley, DISTRESS from "Southern Harmony," 1835, FEDERAL STREET by Henry K. Oliver, LAKE STREET by William B. Bradbury|
|Composer:||William Batchelder Bradbury|
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