Like the bubble on the stream
We shall come, some day, to see the false and
fascinating joys of earth in their true light:
like the bubble on the stream, dancing its little
moment on the surface—and then vanishing forever!
"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the
strength of my heart and my portion forever."
Nothing else; nothing less, can satisfy the cravings
of an immortal spirit. All other happiness is a mimic
happiness; a wretched counterfeit of the true; a base
alloy, on which Satan may have stamped the currency
of heaven; but it is "of the earth, earthy," and upon it
Death will put an extinguisher forever!