The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/All is Vanity, saith the Preacher
|←Song of Saul before his Last Battle||The Works of Lord Byron by
"All is Vanity, saith the Preacher"
|When Coldness wraps this Suffering Clay→|
"ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER."
Fame, Wisdom, Love, and Power were mine,
I strive to number o'er what days
The serpent of the field, by art
My father was the shepherd's son,
Ah were my lot as lowly
My earthly course had softly run.—[MS.]
- [Compare Childe Harold, Canto I. stanza lxxxii. lines 8, 9—
"Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings."
Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 73, and note 16, p. 93.]
Ah! what hath been but what shall be,
The same dull scene renewinig?
And all our fathers were are we
In erring and undoing.—[MS.]