And make the earth his throne.
But to his infant eyes
A brighter treasure shone—
The tinsel Fancy, flame
Illusive; and alas,
He flung away the gem
And took the glittering glass.
III
Vain, vain the visions—vain,
Dreams that intoxicate
And make the earth his throne.
But to his infant eyes
A brighter treasure shone—
The tinsel Fancy, flame
Illusive; and alas,
He flung away the gem
And took the glittering glass.
III
Vain, vain the visions—vain,
Dreams that intoxicate