Excerpt from Whither Bound?
This world is poor from shore to shore,
And, like a baseless vision,
Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,
Its gems and crowns are vain and poor -
There's nothing rich but heaven.
Empires decay and nations die,
Our hopes to winds are given,
The vernal blooms in ruins lie,
Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky -
There's nothing sure but heaven.
Creation's mighty fabric all
Shall be to atoms riven,
The skies co...
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