A Highland Regiment/Ecclesiastes
OH vanity of vanities
And following of wind
Through the dim avenues and deep
Abysses of the mind ;
When will our ears be deaf at last,
When will our eyes be blind ?
Oh vanity of vanities
And lighter than the air.
And restless hearts unsatisfied
With searching everywhere ;
When will the restless heart be still,
And loosened from its care ?
Oh vanity of sorrowing
And emptiness of mirth,
And wandering fires of thought in clay
Imprisoned at our birth,
When will the wandering fires go out,
And earth return to earth ?