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How Vain Is All Beneath The Skies!
PROTECTION  L.M.
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FUNERAL
How vain is all beneath the skies!
How transient every earthly bliss!
How slender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this!
The evening cloud, the morning dew,
The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true-
The glory of a passing hour.
But though earth's fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a land whose confines lie
Beyond the reach of care and pain.
Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears;
If Cod be ours, we're traveling home,
Though passing through a vale of tears.

How vain is all beneath the skies!
How transient every earthly bliss!
How slender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this!

The evening cloud, the morning dew,
The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true-
The glory of a passing hour.

But though earth's fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a land whose confines lie
Beyond the reach of care and pain.

Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears;
If Cod be ours, we're traveling home,
Though passing through a vale of tears.

   
   David E. Ford H. Abbott   
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