1 How vain are all Things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!
Each Pleasure hath its Poison too,
And ev'ry sweet a Snare.
2 The brightest Things below the Sky
Give but a flatt'ring Light;
We should suspect some Danger nigh
Where we possess Delight.
3 Our dearest Joys, and nearest Friends,
The Partners of our Blood,
How they divide our wav'ring Minds,
And leave but half for God.
4 The Fondness of a Creature's Love,
How strong it strikes the Sense!
Thither the warm Affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.
5 Dear Saviour! let thy Beauties be
My Soul's Eternal Food;
And Grace command my Heart away
From all created Good.
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First Line: | How vain are all Things here below |
Title: | Love to the Creatures is dangerous |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Frailty of Our Life |