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 allShall be to atoms riven, The skies consume, their planets fall, Convulsions rock this earthly ball -There's nothing firm but heaven.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.