Truths.
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If I scatter gold like a goblin,
My life may yet be poor.
Does Love come in at the window
When Money stands at the door?
I am what I seem to men. Need I be any more?
My life may yet be poor.
Does Love come in at the window
When Money stands at the door?
I am what I seem to men. Need I be any more?
God sees from the high blue heaven,
He sees the grape in the flower;
He hears one's life-blood dripping
Through the maddest, merriest hour;
He knows what sackcloth and ashes hide in the purple of power.
He sees the grape in the flower;
He hears one's life-blood dripping
Through the maddest, merriest hour;
He knows what sackcloth and ashes hide in the purple of power.
The broken wing of the swallow
He binds in the middle air;
I shall be what I am in Paradise—
So, heart, no more despair!
Remember the blessed Jesus, and wipe his feet with thy hair.
He binds in the middle air;
I shall be what I am in Paradise—
So, heart, no more despair!
Remember the blessed Jesus, and wipe his feet with thy hair.
