Man walks in a vain shadow; he The things that were shall be again; But turn back to their secret source; Our treasures moth and rust corrupt, Or thieves break through and steal, or they One man made merry as he supped, Nor guessed how when that night grew dim His soul would be required of him. We build our houses on the sand All things are vanity, I said: Yea vanity of vanities. The rich man dies; and the poor dies: The one inheritance, which best And worst alike shall find and share : And there the weary be at rest ; Man flourishes as a green leaf, Or as a shade that cannot stay Our eyes cannot be satisfied With seeing, nor our ears be filled With hearing yet we plant and build And buy and make our borders wide; We gather wealth, we gather care, But know not who shall be our heir. Why should we hasten to arise So early, and so late take rest? Our labour is not good; our best Hopes fade; our heart is stayed on lies: Verily, we sow wind; and we Shall reap the whirlwind, verily. He who hath little shall not lack; He who hath plenty shall decay: Our fathers went; we pass away; Our children follow on our track: So generations fail, and so They are renewed and come and go. The earth is fattened with our dead; She swallows more and doth not cease: And her sheaves are not numbered; Therefore the maidens cease to sing, A King dwelt in Jerusalem : He was the wisest man on earth; He had all riches from his birth, And pleasures till he tired of them; Then, having tested all things, he Witnessed that all are vanity. /PARADISE. NCE in a dream I saw the flowers ONCE That bud and bloom in Paradise More fair they are than waking eyes Have seen in all this world of ours. And faint the perfume-bearing rose, And faint the lily on its stem, And faint the perfect violet Compared with them. I heard the songs of Paradise: It soared like incense to the skies. I saw the fourfold River flow, And deep it was, with golden sand; It flowed between a mossy land With murmured music grave and low. It hath refreshment for all thirst, For fainting spirits strength and rest; Earth holds not such a draught as this From east to west. The Tree of Life stood budding there, Its shadowing branches fill the air. I saw the gate called Beautiful; And looked, but scarce could look within; And outskirts of the glassy pool. Oh harps, oh crowns of plenteous stars. I hope to see these things again, But not as once in dreams by night; For narrow way that once they tro; |