O, A Beautiful Thing Is The Flower That Fadeth! Poem by Alfred Castner King
O, A Beautiful Thing Is The Flower That Fadeth!
O, a beautiful thing is the flower that fadeth,
And perishing, smiles on the chill autumn wind;
A sweet desolation its ruin pervadeth,
A fragrant remembrance still lingers behind.
O, a beautiful thing is the glad consummation
Of a life that is upright, untarnished and pure;
That spirit, when freed from this earth's animation,
Shall live, as the heavens eternal endure!
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