Vain the bliss from earth that springs,--
Life is but an empty shade;
All our toil its bounty brings,
Made of what our dreams are made.
When with toil the mountain's height
Lies beneath our weary feet;
When the goal we kept in sight,
Yields the victory to the fleet;--
Fades the landscape from our view,
Droops the laurel on our brow,
False the things we thought were true,
Gone the joys that lured us, now.
Ah! the world we gain to lose,
Ends our triumph with the grave;
All earth's wealth and power refuse
What vain hope exulting gave.
Christ, Thou Lover of our race,
When the strife of earth is o'er,
Give our weary souls a place,
In Thy Kingdom evermore.
Hymns of the Holy Eastern Church, 1902
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|Hymns of the Holy Eastern Church: translated from the service books with introductory chapters on the history, doctrine, and worship of the church #125||Vain the Bliss from Earth that Springs||Vain the bliss from earth that springs||John Brownlie||220.127.116.11||1902||<i>Euchologion</i>, p. 409|