Swift-fleeting joy and transient ill

To man are ever near,

That pendulum vibrating still

Betwixt a smile and tear.

Nought else on Earth can joy impart,

Or bliss supreme afFord;

T’is promised to the pure in heart,

»Por they shall see the Lord.”

Then let not joy nor grief, my dear!

Thy free-born soul enslave;

But think of God as alivays near

And look beyond the grave.

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