YOUR REAL WEALTH
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YOUR REAL WEALTH
Brethren, as you down life's pathway
Pass with firm and stately tread
When success shall crown your efforts
And its glories round you shed—
There's a truth that e'er existeth,—
Though of high or lowly birth—
When death's Angel for you calleth
You'll own just "six feet of earth."
Pass with firm and stately tread
When success shall crown your efforts
And its glories round you shed—
There's a truth that e'er existeth,—
Though of high or lowly birth—
When death's Angel for you calleth
You'll own just "six feet of earth."
Though you're rich in lands and mansions.
Though you've gold and jewels rare—
Though your life is bright and sunny
Never knows a want or care.—
Though a brother's life of sorrow
Different is from yours of mirth;
Yet some day he'll be your equal—
Both will own "six feet of earth."
Though you've gold and jewels rare—
Though your life is bright and sunny
Never knows a want or care.—
Though a brother's life of sorrow
Different is from yours of mirth;
Yet some day he'll be your equal—
Both will own "six feet of earth."
Turn your gaze to scenes Immortal—
Is your chance of Heaven more sure
Than the lowly one, possessing
Naught of fame, but heart most pure?
Is your chance of Heaven more sure
Than the lowly one, possessing
Naught of fame, but heart most pure?
