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On the Shortness of Human Live

Like as a damask Rose you see Or like the blossom on the tree, Or like the dainty Flower of May, Or like the morning to the day, Or like the Sun, or like the Shade Or like the Gourd which Jonas had: Even such is MAN! whose thread is spun, Drawn out and cut and so tis done. Withers the Rose, the blossom blasts, The flower fades, the morning hastes, The sun is set, shadows fly The gourd consumes -- so mortals die. ___________________________________________-- John Ridge February 30th 1819 Cornwall Connecticut