It may sparkle for a while,
But ’tis transient as a dream,
Faithless as a foeman’s smile.
There’s a light that’s brighter far,
Soothes the soul by anguish riven,
’Tis Religion’s guiding star
Glittering on the verge of Heaven.
Oh! this beam divine is worth
All the charm that life can give;
’Tis not false as things of earth,