519. C. H. M. J. Taylor. What is your Life? 1 O, what is life? -- 'tis like a flower That blossoms and is gone; It flourishes its little hour, With all its beauty on: Death comes, and, like a wintry day, It cuts the lovely flower away. 2 O, what is life? -- 'tis like the bow That glistens in the sky: We love to see its colors glow; But, while we look, they die: Life fails as soon: -- to-day 'tis here; To-morrow it may disappear. 3 Lord, what is life? -- if spent with thee In humble praise and prayer, How long or short our life may be, We feel no anxious care: Though life depart, our joys shall last When life and all its joys are past.
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