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L. M.
Our life is a vapor.
James 4:14.
How vain is all beneath the skies!
How transient every earthly bliss!
How slender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this!
2 The evening cloud, the morning dew,
The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true,
The glory of a passing hour.
3 But though earth’s fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a brighter world on high,
Beyond the reach of care and pain.
4 Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares and chase our fears;
If God be ours, we’re traveling home,
Though passing through a vale of tears.