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How vain is all beneath the skies!
How transient ev'ry earthly bliss!
How slender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this!
The evening cloud, the morning dew,
The with'ring grass, the fading flow'r,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true,
The glory of a passing hour.
But tho' earth's fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a brighter age now nigh,
Beyond the reach of care and pain.
Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears:
Since God is ours, we're trav'ling home,
Tho' passing thru a vale of tears.