How vain is all beneath the skies
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How vain is all beneath the skies!How transient every earthly bliss!How slender all the fondest tiesThat bind us to a world like this!
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The evening cloud, the morning dew,The withering grass, the fading flower,Of earthly hopes are emblems true—The glory of a passing hour.
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But though earth's fairest blossoms die,And all beneath the skies is vain,There is a land whose confines lieBeyond the reach of care and pain.
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Then let the hope of joys to comeDispel our cares, and chase our fears:If God be ours, we're traveling home,Though passing through a vale of tears.