A Highland Regiment/Ecclesiastes

H vanity of vanities And following of wind Through the dim avenues and deep Abysses of the mind ; When will our ears be deaf at last, When will our eyes be blind ?

Oh vanity of vanities And lighter than the air. And restless hearts unsatisfied With searching everywhere ; When will the restless heart be still, And loosened from its care ?

Oh vanity of sorrowing And emptiness of mirth, And wandering fires of thought in clay Imprisoned at our birth, When will the wandering fires go out, And earth return to earth ?

, 1913