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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 flattering 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 wavering minds,
And leave but half for God!
4 The fondness of a creature's love,
Allures the flattering 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.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | How vain are all things here below! |
| Title: | Love to the Creatures is dangerous |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1790 |
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