CX Vanished Blessings
The voice which I did more esteem
Than music in her sweetest key,
Those eyes which unto me did seem
More comfortable than the day—
Those now by me, as they have been, 5
Shall never more be heard or seen;
But what I once enjoyed in them
Shall seem hereafter as a dream.
All earthly comforts vanish thus;
So little hold of them have we, 10
That we from them, or they from us,
May in a moment ravished be.
Yet we are neither just nor wise,
If present mercies we despise;
Or mind not how there may be made 15
A thankful use of what we had.
George Wither.