THERE'S NOTHING TRUE BUT HEAY'N.


BY THoMEs Moons.
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BY THoMEs Moons.
This world is all heeting show,


For mans illusion given,
The smiles of joy, the tears OF woe,
Decenful shine, deceitful show;


There's nothing true but IIeav'n.
And false the LIGHT on glory's plume,


As fading hues of ev'n,
And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom,
Are blossoms gather'd for the tombi


There's nothing bright but Heav'n.
Poor wand're of stormy day,


From wave to wave are driv'n,
And fancy's flash, and reasons ray,
Serve but to light the troubled way;


There's nothing calm but Heav'n.