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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
 
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
 
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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