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Rh Wealth — an illusion, Power — a lie. Over all, disaolation Creeps silent and sly. Unto others remain The goods thon didst gain With infinite pain. Life is a vine-branch ; A vintager, Death. He threatens and lowers More near with each breath- Then hasten, arise ! Seek God, O my soul ! For time quickly Sies, Still far is the goal. Vain heart praying donibly, Learn to prize humbly, The meanest of fare. Foi^et all thy sorrow, Behold, Death is there ! Dove-like lamenting, Be full of repenting, Lift vision snpemal To raptures eternal. On ev'ry occasion Seek lasting salvation. Four thy heart out in weeping, Wliile others are sleeping