[
MORAL
SONG
]
III
.
The
ROSE
.
I.
HOW
fair
is
the
Rose
?
what
a
beau
tiful
Flow'r
?
The
Glory
of
April
and
May
:
But
the
Leaves
are
beginning
to
fade
in
an
Hour
,
And
they
wither
and
die
in
a
Day
.
II
.
Yet
the
Rose
has
one
powerful
Virtue
to
boast
,
Above
all
the
Flowers
of
the
Field
:
When
its
Leaves
are
all
dead
,
and
fine
Colours
are
lost
,
Still
how
sweet
a
Perfume
it
will
yield
?
III
.
So
frail
is
the
Youth
and
the
Beauty
of
Men
,
Tho'
they
bloom
and
look
gay
like
the
Rose
:
But
all
our
fond
Care
to
preserve
them
is
vain
;
Time
kills
them
as
fast
as
he
goes
.
IV
.
Then
I'll
not
be
proud
of
my
Youth
or
my
Beauty
,
Since
both
of
them
wither
and
fade
:
But
gain
a
good
Name
by
well-doing
my
Duty
;
This
will
scent
like
a
Rose
when
I'm
dead
.