Youth like the spring will soon be gone
By fleeting time the conqu'ring death
Your morning sun may set at noon
And leave your ever-fading breath

Your spark'ling eyes and blooming cheeks
Must wither like the blasted rose
The coffin, earth, and winding sheet
Will soon your active limbs enclose

Ye heedless one to wildly stroll
The grave will soon become your bed
Where silence reigns and vapors roll
In solemn darkness 'round your head

Your friends will pass the lonesome place
And with a sigh move slowly on
Still gazing on the spires of grass
With which your grave is overgrown

Your spark'ling eyes and blooming cheeks
Must wither like the blasted rose
The coffin, earth, and winding sheet
Will soon your active limbs enclose