1 Happy the soul, whose wishes climb
To mansions in the skies!
He looks on all the joys of time
With undesiring eyes.
2 In vain soft Pleasure spreads her charms,
And throws her silken chain;
And Wealth and Fame invite his arms,
And tempt his ear, in vain.
3 He knows that all these glittering things
Must yield to sure decay;
And sees, on Time's extended wings,
How swift they fleet away.
4 To things, unseen by mortal eyes,
A beam of sacred light
Directs his views; his prospects rise,
All permanent and bright.
5 His hopes, still fix'd on joys to come,
Those blissful scenes on high,
Shall flourish in immortal bloom,
When time and nature die.
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First Line: | Happy the soul, whose wishes climb |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Faith, Holiness and moral Virtues: The Christian's Prospect |