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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Testimony</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said of laughter: it is vain.<br>Of mirth I said: what profits it?<br>Therefore I found a book, and writ<br>Therein how ease and also pain,<br>How health and sickness, every one<br>Is vanity beneath the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man walks in a vain shadow; he<br>Disquieteth himself in vain.<br>The things that were shall be again;<br>The rivers do not fill the sea, <br>But turn back to their secret source;<br>The winds too turn upon their course.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our treasures moth and rust corrupt,<br>Or thieves break through and steal, or they<br>Make themselves wings and fly away.<br>One man made merry as he supped,<br>Nor guessed how when that night grew dim,<br>His soul would be required of him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We build our houses on the sand<br>Comely withoutside and within; <br>But when the winds and rains begin<br>To beat on them, they cannot stand;<br>They perish, quickly overthrown,<br>Loose from the very basement stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All things are vanity, I said:<br>Yea vanity of vanities.<br>The rich man dies; and the poor dies:<br>The worm feeds sweetly on the dead.<br>Whate'er thou lackest, keep this trust:<br>All in the end shall have but dust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The one inheritance, which best<br>And worst alike shall find and share:<br>The wicked cease from troubling there,<br>And there the weary are at rest;<br>There all the wisdom of the wise<br>Is vanity of vanities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man flourishes as a green leaf,<br>And as a leaf doth pass away;<br>Or as a shade that cannot stay,<br>And leaves no track, his course is brief: <br>Yet doth man hope and fear and plan<br>Till he is dead:—oh foolish man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our eyes cannot be satisfied<br>With seeing, nor our ears be filled<br>With hearing: yet we plant and build<br>And buy and make our borders wide;<br>We gather wealth, we gather care,<br>But know not who shall be our heir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why should we hasten to arise<br>So early, and so late take rest? <br>Our labour is not good; our best<br>Hopes fade; our heart is stayed on lies:<br>Verily, we sow wind; and we<br>Shall reap the whirlwind, verily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He who hath little shall not lack;<br>He who hath plenty shall decay:<br>Our fathers went; we pass away;<br>Our children follow on our track:<br>So generations fail, and so<br>They are renewed, and come and go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The earth is fattened with our dead;<br>She swallows more and doth not cease:<br>Therefore her wine and oil increase<br>And her sheaves are not numbered;<br>Therefore her plants are green, and all<br>Her pleasant trees lusty and tall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore the maidens cease to sing,<br>And the young men are very sad;<br>Therefore the sowing is not glad,<br>And mournful is the harvesting. <br>Of high and low, of great and small,<br>Vanity is the lot of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A King dwelt in Jerusalem;<br>He was the wisest man on earth;<br>He had all riches from his birth,<br>And pleasures till he tired of them;<br>Then, having tested all things, he<br>Witnessed that all are vanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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Of mirth I said: what profits it?
Therefore I found a book, and writ
Therein how ease and also pain,
How health and sickness, every one
Is vanity beneath the sun.

Man walks in a vain shadow; he
Disquieteth himself ..."></div>
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