Memento Mori

It may be that the flowers of spring Wili ope their buds when I shall die, Or that the Slimmer birds will siug When iluatli demanda my hitestsigh. It may be that the autuiun leaves FiiH witliered o'er my opeu grave, Or Ihat tlie siiow-clad earth receives The Iffeless clay that erst it gave. It may be when the day is bright The Angel of the Lord will come; It may be in the dend of nigtit That Messecger wili cali me lióme. Perclince thatiu tlie foreign land, UnknowQ, uunoticod I may ta.ll, Or that at home some loving lumti Will ease my auguish at the cali. It 8, that when I most aiiall burn With worldly pride and thoughtsoi eartl), Goii will oompel me to returu The som He gave me at my birth. So let i.t be my constant care, The aitnot 'e'vuiy tliouglitand breath, My .-intuí spirit to prepare And, during lite, remember Deatli I