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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XI. O Come Quickly
A Contemplation upon Flowers
By Henry King (1592–1669)
BRAVE flowers! that I could gallant it like you,
          And be as little vain!
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,
          And to your beds of earth again!
You are not proud! You know your birth;        5
For your embroidered garments are from earth!
You do obey your months and times; but I
          Would have it ever Spring!
My fate would know no Winter, never die,
          Nor think of such a thing!        10
O, that I could my bed of earth but view,
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!
O, teach me to see Death, and not to fear;
          But rather to take truce!
How often have I seen you at a bier,        15
          And there look fresh and spruce!
You fragrant flowers then teach me, that my breath,
Like yours, may sweeten and perfume my death!

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