Amusements By Henry Beer (Poem)

 

Amusements

Amusement is a theme quite strange,
What could one's motive be

To see in verse this modern word,

Which charms society.

Amusement is a fleeting joy,

Attracts the modern mind;

Such transient joys allure the soul,

But leave it cold and blind.

Amusement - vain and fleeting art!

If we are not aware,

Will crowd the noble virtues out,

And leave us groping there.

Amusement, made and framed by man,

Is Satan's cunning snare;

For some will say, I see no harm,

Such simple joys to share.

My soul, take heed, be on thy guard!

How can our Saviour go

With us if we would crave such joys,

And still His grace bestow?

If mere amusement, transient joys,

Take up our leisure time,

Then much is lost - How can we gain

The things which are divine?

The time we spend is not our own;

Then squander not His days!

And may our time, and what we do,

Redound unto His Praise.

By Henry Beer

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