Olney Hymn 7: Vanity Of The World Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FGHG IJII KLEL IIII

God gives his mercies to be spentA
Your hoard will do your soul no goodB
Gold is a blessing only lentA
Repaid by giving others foodC
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The world's esteem is but a bribeD
To buy their peace you sell your ownE
The slave of a vainglorious tribeD
Who hate you while they make you knownE
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The joy that vain amusements giveF
Oh sad conclusion that it bringsG
The honey of a crowded hiveH
Defended by a thousand stingsG
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'Tis thus the world rewards the foolsI
That live upon her treacherous smilesJ
She leads them blindfold by her rulesI
And ruins all whom she beguilesI
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God knows the thousands who go downK
From pleasure into endless woeL
And with a long despairing groanE
Blaspheme the Maker as they goL
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Oh fearful thought be timely wiseI
Delight but in a Saviour's charmsI
And God shall take you to the skiesI
Embraced in everlasting armsI

William Cowper



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