15. As for man, his days are as grass. He lives
on the grass and lives like the grass. Corn is but educated grass, and man, who
feeds on it, partakes of its nature. The grass lives, grows, flowers, falls
beneath the scythe, dries up, and is removed from the field; read this sentence
over again, and you will find it the history of man. As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. He has a beauty and a comeliness just as the
meadows have, but alas, how short-lived! A large congregation always reminds us
of a meadow bright with many hues, and the comparison becomes sadly true when
we reflect that as the grass and its goodliness soon pass away, just so will
those we gaze upon, and all their visible beauty. Happy are they who, born from
above, have in them an incorruptible seed which lives and abides forever.
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