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HEAVEN by THOMAS MOORE

First Line: THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW
Last Line: THERE'S NOTHING CALM BUT HEAVEN!
Subject(s): RELIGION; THEOLOGY;

I.

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!

II.

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!

III.

Poor wanderers 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!



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