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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>MAIDEN! will you never learn <lb/>
                                        All the lessons Flowers teach,<lb/>
                                        And that each of them in turn<lb/>
                                        Hath its potent power of speech?<lb/>
                                        In the early violet's bloom,<lb/>
                                        Modest mien, and sweet perfume,<lb/>
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                                        In the daisy of the mead,<lb/>
                                        If you have the mind to read,<lb/>
                                        Simple though to you they seem,<lb/>
                                        Each affords its moral theme!<lb/>
                                        Ev'ry Rose that here you see,<lb/>
                                        Ev're Flower that blooms a-field,<lb/>
                                        Whatsoe'er their Beauty be,<lb/>
                                        Must alike that Beauty yield!<lb/>
                                        Aye! believe me, maiden fair,<lb/>
                                        Whatsoe'er the Gard'ner's care,<lb/>
                                        Whatsoe'er his skill may be,<lb/>
                                        It but little needs, to see<lb/>
                                        That which is so fair to day<lb/>
                                        Vanish like a dream away!<lb/>
                                        Let there come a chilling rain,<lb/>
                                        Nipping wind or slightest frost,<lb/>
                                        Few would lift their heads again-<lb/>
                                        All their Beauty would be lost!<lb/>
                                        Or, e'en let the Sun, whose light<lb/>
                                        Calls to life their colours brigth,<lb/>
                                        But too fiercely on them shine,<lb/>
                                        Straight you'll see their bloom decline,<lb/>
                                        Wither'd by too great excess<lb/>
                                        Of that very Sun's caress!<lb/>
                                        Maidens! and Young Women all! <lb/>
                                        Learn then as you should from this,<lb/>
                                        All the ills that youth befall,<lb/>
                                        And how sleeting Beaty is!<lb/>
                                        Lips that with the coral vie,<lb/>
                                        Witching Beauty of the eye,<lb/>
                                        Ev'ry charm of form and face,<lb/>
                                        Whatsoe'er their winning grace,<lb/>
                                        Have their Emblem of decay<lb/>
                                        In the Rose of yesterday!<lb/>
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                                        Maiden, there is something too,<lb/>
                                        Woman's Beauty ne'er desied,<lb/>
                                        Though as rich in charms as you,<lb/>
                                        And as full of youthful pride.<lb/>
                                        You have but to look at me,<lb/>
                                        And you may that something see,<lb/>
                                        That can steal away each grace,<lb/>
                                        And in little time deface,-<lb/>
                                        Whatsoever be your care, -<lb/>
                                        All that makes you now so fair.<lb/>
                                        Time! it is, whose stealthy wing<lb/>
                                        Throwns on all alike its shade, -<lb/>
                                        Fades the bloom of ev'ry thing,<lb/>
                                        Howsoever fair 'twas made!<lb/>
                                        Time! though it so softly treads,<lb/>
                                        Silent ruin round us spreads;<lb/>
                                        And as Age has done by me,<lb/>
                                        If you live, you'll furely see-<lb/>
                                        Beauty'f but an idle boast,<lb/>
                                        Your's to-day; to-morrow lost!<lb/>
                                        But there is a beauty yet,<lb/>
                                        Far more lasting in the wear;<lb/>
                                        That which Virtue doth beget,<lb/>
                                        Fadeless-bright-beyond compare:<lb/>
                                        Make that Beauty your's, fair maid;<lb/>
                                        Time o'er that can cast no shade;<lb/>
                                        And when wrinkled that fair brow,<lb/>
                                        'T will be fairer far than now,-<lb/>
                                        With a Beauty that shall gain<lb/>
                                        Lasting Love in God's domain.</p>
                                   <p>As for Man, his days are a grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.<lb/>
                                        For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone: and the place thereof shall know it no<lb/>
                                        more.-Psalm ciii. 15,16.</p>
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                                   <p>SUCH is lights love to Heaven, that still above<lb/>
                                        It mounts, and cannot to the center move;<lb/>
                                        Hold you it under, it will upward reach,<lb/>
                                        And through its ruinous body make a breach.<lb/>
                                        Our soule doth bend our bodies stranght and even,<lb/>
                                        As with it selfe, it would them raise to Heaven;<lb/>
                                        But all in vaine it undergoes such toyle,<lb/>
                                        The body will not leave its native soyle:<lb/>
                                        Age pulls it downe, and makes it stoope full low,<lb/>
                                        Till death doth give his fatall overthrow<lb/>
                                        Then through the bodies breach the Soule doth rise,<lb/>
                                        And like a conquerour, mount to the skyes.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
PREV uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem016b
URL_WEBPAGE http://hdl.handle.net/10111/EmblemRegistry:E019348
PARENT uiuc_83931c29eep
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
MOTTO_EN_NORM Every Flower Loses its Perfume  at Last
NEXT uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem017b
SEQ 
IIHIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A young and an old woman in a garden, both holding a bunch of flowers
SOURCE_FILE uiuc_83931c29eep.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE uiuc_83931c29eep_fac085
HIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 25F36(SWAN)
; 25G41(TULIP)(+32)
; 25G411
; 31AA331(+0)
; 31D13
; 31D17
; 41A621(+0)
; 41A651
; 41A673(+0)
; 51D4
; 54FF13(+0)
; 86(EVERY FLOWER LOSES ITS PERFUME  AT LAST)
; 86(OGNI FIORE AL FIN PERDE L'ODORE)
MOTTO_EN <p>EVERY FLOWER LOSES ITS PERFUME  AT LAST</p>
                              
URL_IMAGE uiuc_83931c29eep_pic085.jpg
ID uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem017
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0