In his long life, Sears published several books of both sermons and poetry combined. His poem, "Serenity":
My friend, where'er you tread this scene
Of varied joys and cares,
Preserve thy mind alike serene
In sad or gay affairs.
Whether you live in sorrow's shade,
Or on the grass recline
In bowers by pines and poplars made
To quaff the generous wine, —
There, while the boughs above thy head
A living roof weave high,
And purling brooks with quivering tread
Run bounding gladly by,—
Let them bring wine, and sweet perfume,
And roses fresh and gay;
For soon, like these, we cease to bloom,
And fade from earth away.
The house, the grove, the costly field
Which yellow Tiber laves,
This heaped-up wealth to heirs we yield,
And seek forgotten graves.
The highest and the humblest thing,
The wealthiest, poorest, — all
Are victims to the tyrant king,
And all alike must fall.
Even now the fatal lot we know
Is shaken in the urn:
Soon it comes forth, and then we go
Whence we shall not return.