6. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up. The grass has a golden hour, as man in his youth has a heyday of
flowery glory. In the evening it is cut down, and withereth. Natural
decay would put an end both to us and the grass; few, however, experience the
full result of age, for death comes with his scythe.
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