William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Worlds TreasuresEdward Moore (17121757)
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Sands, that trip the flitting streams,
Down, that anchors on the air,
Clouds, that paint their changes there.
While the storm impends from high,
Showing, in an obvious glass,
Joys, that in possession pass.
Flatt’ring only to betray;
What, alas, can life contain!
Life, like all its circles—vain!
On the billow build her nest?
Will the bee demand her store
From the bleak and bladeless shore?
Ever turns from wisdom’s way;
Lays up wealth in foreign land,
Sows the sea, and ploughs the sand.