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Show PANORAMIC VISION OF MORTALITY. "In the presence of eternity the mountains are as transient as the clouds." I saw a tender blade of grass Grow from thy ground, I looked again, I looked in rain; It was not found. I saw a blushing, blooming rose, Both bright and fair, But when I looked for it again It was not there. I saw a tossing forest tree Bear high his head, The morrow came, I sought his shade, But he was dead. I saw a hearty happy youth, so young and just, I looked again and saw him laid Low in the dark. I saw a beauteous maiden rove, So bright and gay, I watched her movements, soon I saw Her waster away. I saw a castle, great and high With towers sleep, I looked again, but only saw A mouldring heap. I saw a city, sweet and fair, Rise on a plain, I sought to see the place once more, But all in vain. I saw a noble nation rise In grand array, I looked and saw it lasted but A single day. I saw a mighty kingdom move In lovely lot, But seen I learned its power was By all forgot. I saw a wondrous world was formed-My bosom yearned! I looked once more, in horror saw That it was burned! I saw a happy heaven made In loving light Within a moment it had changed To endless night. I saw my single saddened self, A lump of clay, But ere I thought of all these things I passed away. C. H. Bliss. Pleasant Valley, Utah. |