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72
WORLDLY WEALTH.
How instant Sorrow treads upon the heelOf Happiness, and Care doth gall his kibe
At top of Fortune's wheel; and Envy's gibe,
Like shadow after substance, makes him feel
Its sting—while thieves that would but dare not steal
His treasures lie in ambush; and that tribe
Whose poor lip-service golden hours bribe,
Ephemera, in sunshine of his weal,
Who fly-blow when 'tis gone. Better than this
The simple fare where leal hearts meet in love,
True friendship's honest handshake, pure love's kiss;
High strivings day upon day to improve;
True wage of hand or pen; and that which is
The crown of all, heart set on things above!
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