The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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[Where'er I turn my weary eyes]
Where'er I turn my weary eyes,
Surrounding sorrows wait;
For vain are all the passing joys,
And fairest smiles of Fate.
Surrounding sorrows wait;
For vain are all the passing joys,
And fairest smiles of Fate.
Full oft, thro' life's perplexing maze,
We chase some distant gain;
Death comes—we leave the mad pursuit,
And sigh—that all is vain.
We chase some distant gain;
Death comes—we leave the mad pursuit,
And sigh—that all is vain.
And is all vanity below?—
Religion mild replies,
‘No other joys, save those I give,
Can make thee good or wise.’
Religion mild replies,
‘No other joys, save those I give,
Can make thee good or wise.’
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