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"ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER.”
FAME, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes,
I strive to number o'er what days
Remembrance can discover, Which all that life or earth displays Would lure me to live over.
There rose no day, there roll'd no hour
And not a trapping deck'd my power,
The serpent of the field, by art
It will not list to wisdom's lore,
WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS
WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay,
But leaves it darken'd dust behind.
By steps each planet's heavenly way ?
Eternal, boundless, undecay'd,
A thought unseen, but seeing all,
And all, that was, at once appears.
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, Its glance dilate o'er all to be, While sun is quench'd or system breaks, Fix'd in its own eternity.
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.
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.