| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXXV. Consolation
‘This World is all a fleeting Show’ | | By Thomas Moore (1779–1852) |
| | | THIS world is all a fleeting show, | |
| For man’s illusion given; | |
| The smiles of Joy, the tears of Woe, | |
| Deceitful shine, deceitful flow— | |
| There ’s nothing true, but Heaven! | 5 |
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| And false the light on Glory’s plume, | |
| As fading hues of Even; | |
| And Love and Hope, and Beauty’s bloom, | |
| Are blossoms gather’d for the tomb— | |
| There ’s nothing bright, but Heaven! | 10 |
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| Poor wand’rers of a stormy day! | |
| From wave to wave we’re driven, | |
| And Fancy’s flash, and Reason’s ray, | |
| Serve but to light the troubled way— | |
| There ’s nothing calm, but Heaven! | 15 | | | |
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