L1FE'S AIM.
Not for love, or fame, or pleasure,
Let me live;
Not for any golden treasure,
Life may give.
Let me live;
Not for any golden treasure,
Life may give.
Fame's a phantom, love but human,
Gold a snare;
Just to be a useful woman
Is my prayer.
Gold a snare;
Just to be a useful woman
Is my prayer.
Not from wealth, or fame, or beauty,
Cometh bliss;
Blooms alone by paths of duty,
Happiness.
Cometh bliss;
Blooms alone by paths of duty,
Happiness.
Let me not grow sad and weary
In the race;
Ever keep a kind and cheery
Heart and face.
In the race;
Ever keep a kind and cheery
Heart and face.
Worth, be thou the crown and zenith
Of my aim,
Weighed with thee, how little meaneth
Beauty, wealth or fame.
Of my aim,
Weighed with thee, how little meaneth
Beauty, wealth or fame.
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