Chasing bubbles on perdition's brink?

(Henry Law, "The Golden Lampstand")

Without Christ, the affairs of this world are
but a puzzled maze. Poor blinded man sees
nothing as it really is. He does not know the
true end of his being.

He imagines the tinsel to be gold.

He counts the true gold as dross.

He treasures up the chaff as wheat.

All his view is bounded by time's narrow line!

All his heart is fixed on vanity's vain trifles!

He chases bubbles on perdition's brink!

He profits no one and he ruins himself!