The Vanities Of Life.
Life's blessings still denying,
And ere its ripening fruit is grown
'Tis dying, dying, dying.
Oh, what is life to me bereft
of Friendship true confiding,
And what are pleasures, such as left
With none to be dividing?
We ask a friendship that awaits
A future promise giving,
Where ties beyond the pearly gates
Renewed are ever living.
We reach, we grasp, with eager haste,
Life's blessings and its pleasures;
But time brings bitter to the taste,
Death gathers in our treasures.
Oh, loving Savior, bless this one,
__James S. Jennings.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)