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This world is all a fleeting show
(from Sacred Songs)

This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow --
There's nothing true but heaven!
And false the light on glory's plume,
As fading hues of even;
And love and hope and beauty's bloom,
are blossoms gathered for the tomb;
There's nothing bright but heaven.
Poor wonderers of a stormy day!
From wave to wave we're driven,
And fancy's flash and reason's ray
Serve but to light the troubled way --
There's nothing calm but heaven.

by Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

What a lovely bit of writing. I don't believe in heaven so I substituted love for it.