TREASURE
Way out in the world of pleasure,
Way out in the world of great thought,
There's someone holding a treasure,
To me I am sure 'twill be brought.
Find it in books and in monthlies,
In papers, in words and in smiles,
Comes from all over the countries,
'Twill travel for miles upon miles.
This treasure is love, and the spirit
Of kindness to weak and oppressed;
All science and art cannot kill it,
Clothed in robes that angels are dressed.
No matter where you may go, dear,
Matters not who is your guest,
To you it is sure to appear,
If you diligently go in its quest.
We find what we look for, darlings,
If diamonds, or tar-covered stones.
So start out early the mornings
Right here in your separate homes,
And get the treasure to have, dear,
In books, or a smile, or the press;
The key to it you will find, dear,
In your heart, your mind, and no less.
Way out in the world of great thought,
There's someone holding a treasure,
To me I am sure 'twill be brought.
Find it in books and in monthlies,
In papers, in words and in smiles,
Comes from all over the countries,
'Twill travel for miles upon miles.
This treasure is love, and the spirit
Of kindness to weak and oppressed;
All science and art cannot kill it,
Clothed in robes that angels are dressed.
No matter where you may go, dear,
Matters not who is your guest,
To you it is sure to appear,
If you diligently go in its quest.
We find what we look for, darlings,
If diamonds, or tar-covered stones.
So start out early the mornings
Right here in your separate homes,
And get the treasure to have, dear,
In books, or a smile, or the press;
The key to it you will find, dear,
In your heart, your mind, and no less.
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