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WEALTH.
The rich do fight with shadows, and, as oneThat beats the air, with unrealities.
They spend themselves in vain; weak Fancy sighs
Over herself; tears sentimental run
At very trifles; Sorrow looks upon
Her image in the glass with dreamy eyes
And idle tears; while Labour hers soon dries,
For, where “needs must,” must comforts “must be done!”
Then welcome, thou true life of flesh and blood,
In contact close with nature! Stern may be
Thy trials; but thro' trials comes all good;
And strength to do and bear makes the true free.
Away with dreams! Life's crown must thorns include,
And without sweat there is no victorie.
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