Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Vanity

by Lydia Sigourney

For works with similar titles, see Vanity.

VANITY.

AH! why should vanity enslave
A mortal journeying to the grave?
Ah! why should pride inflate a breast,
So soon beneath the clods to rest?
Yet still we yield to folly's reign,
And strive to break her sway in vain.

O holy Saviour, hear our prayer,
Behold our toil, our fruitless care,
And let thy Spirit crush the foes
That so disturb our soul's repose.

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