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[The Vanity of Possessions.]
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[The Vanity of Possessions.]

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Fond Soul! is this
Thy way to bliss?
Grasp both the Indies, let thy mighty hand
The iron North, and golden South command;
Transcend the Moon,
Fasten thy Throne
Above the fixed stars: above expressions,
Above thy thought enlarge thy vast possessions;
Fond soul! all this
Cannot make up thy bliss.

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All these are vain,
Full, but with pain:
All Creatures have their end to serve, not bless thee;
As Servants they may help, as Lords oppress thee.
They vex in getting,
Us'd, lost with fretting;
Can slaves advance, shades fill, can grief give rest?
That, which was curs'd for thee, can't make thee blest.
They all are vain,
And bring not bliss, but pain.

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Fond Soul! thy birth
Is not of Earth,
Or Heav'n: thou Earth, and Heav'n it self survivest:
Though born in time, thou dying time out-livest.
They fail, deceive thee,
They age, dye, leave thee;
Soar up immortal spirit, and mounting fly
Into the arms of great Eternity;
Not Heav'n, or Earth,
He, he thy End, and Birth.