So fair is man, that death (a parting blast) Blasts his fair flower, and makes him earth at last; So strong is man, that with a gasping breath, He totters and bequeaths his strength to death; So wise is man, that if with death he strive, "O Man, what art thou?" what more could I say Than, Dust and clay ? Frail, mortal, fading, a mere puff, a blast, Enthroned to-day, to-morrow in an urn; Man hath his daily work of body or mind Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites are apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain. DRYDEN. Man walks in a vain show; But run for shadows: O what is man, great Maker of mankind, His wealth's the winding-sheet wherein he's Distinguished link in being's endless chain!' came; The angels do admire this mystery, But man with frailty is allied by birth. Humanity Is not a field where tares and thorns alone Are left to spring; good seed hath there been sown With no unsparing hand. Sometimes the shoot And are astonished when they view the But in a kindly soil it strikes its root, Is native in the simple heart of all, the angel- What joy, what honors can compare heart of man. With holy nuptials, when they are Made out of equal parts COWPER. MARRIAGE. Hail, wedded love, mysterious law, true source MILTON. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters, there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night; A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasure, and his cares dividing! ROGERS. Not for herself was woman first create, Nor yet to be man's idol, but his mate. MRS. NORTON. |