"ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER.” 1. FAME, wisdom, love, and power were mine, I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes, 2. I strive to number o'er what days Remembrance can discover, There rose no day, there roll'd no hour And not a trapping deck'd my power, 3. The serpent of the field, by art It will not list to wisdom's lore, The soul that must endure it. j WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFERING CLAY. 1. WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay, But leaves it darken'd dust behind. By steps each planet's heavenly way? 2, Eternal, boundless, undecay'd, A thought unseen, but seeing all, And all, that was, at once appears. 3. Before Creation peopled earth, Its eyes shall roll through chaos back; And where the furthest heaven had birth, The spirit trace its rising track. And where the future mars or makes, 4. Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly: A nameless and eter na thing, Forgetting what it was to die, VISION OF BELSHAZZAR. 1. THE King was on his throne, In Judah deem'd divine- The godless Heathen's wine! In that same hoar and hall, And wrote as if on sand: The fingers of a man ;- Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand. |