(by Mary Winslow)

What a brittle thing is all the glory, wealth,
and honor of this vain world! How empty, and
what trash does it appear! And yet men sell
their souls to grasp it, and at last pass away
from it and find it all a phantom. How unceasing
is Satan in forever bringing it before our eyes,
in some form or other! What is all the pomp and
wealth and rank of this poor fleeting world, in
contrast with the glory that shall soon be
revealed in all those who love His appearing?