Like to the Grass That's Green Today
1. Like to the grass that's green today Or like the flower in the month of May
Or like the smoke that 'cends on high Hereto, O man, I thee descry.
2. The flower that's fresh today, tomorrow dies; The grass cut down, and so it lies.
The lofty smoke by blast of wind Is so dispersed you can't it find.
3. They wither, fade, consume away, No time nor art can make them stay,
Thou canst not clip the wings of time; But it may clip thee in thy prime.
Or like the smoke that 'cends on high Hereto, O man, I thee descry.
2. The flower that's fresh today, tomorrow dies; The grass cut down, and so it lies.
The lofty smoke by blast of wind Is so dispersed you can't it find.
3. They wither, fade, consume away, No time nor art can make them stay,
Thou canst not clip the wings of time; But it may clip thee in thy prime.
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