Youth cut down in the Flower of Age

Behold the youth with ruddy cheeks

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Behold the youth with ruddy cheeks,
With sparkling eyes and ruby lips,
Doth flourish like some fragrant rose,
Or flower which in the garden grows:
His lovely features all appear,
With comely brow, and curled hair;
With ivory teeth and snowy skin,
Compleatly built in every limb;
His flesh exceeds the softest silk,
Whose his breasts are full of milk,
And all his bones are moist with marrow,
He knows no grief, no pain or sorrow,
In gifts of nature shining bright,
Who is his parents' chief delight;
His charming beauty they admire,
And dress him up in rich attire;
But suddenly the Lord is pleas'd,
By some acute or strong disease,
To touch the stem this flower is on,
And all his glory soon is gone:
His cheeks grow wan, his lips are pale,
By swift degrees his nature fails;
His fluent tongue is parched dry,
Alas! the lovely youth must die.
His parents by his bed do stand,
With weeping eyes do wring their hands,
To see him gasp his vital breath,
Into the hands of cruel death.
His precious soul in darkness gropes,
Can give no reason of his hopes;
But with a sad and mournful cry,
He leaps into eternity.
His costly garbs are laid aside,
Which did promote his youth
A muffler and a winding sheet
Must dress his body now asleep
No comfort he can now afford,
Alas! he's gone like Jonah's gourd;
And has receiv'd his fatal doom
And interr'd in his rotting tomb.

Source: A Collection of Hymns, selected from sundry poets: together with a number of new poems, never before published #XIV

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First Line: Behold the youth with ruddy cheeks
Title: Youth cut down in the Flower of Age
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain


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A Collection of Hymns, selected from sundry poets #XIV

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