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THE WORLD.
Want sense, and the world will o'erlook it;
Want feeling,—'t will find some excuse;
But if the world knows you want money,
You're certain to get its abuse:
The wisest advice in existence,
Is ne'er on its kindness to call;
The best way to get its assistance
Is—show you don't need it at all!
Want feeling,—'t will find some excuse;
But if the world knows you want money,
You're certain to get its abuse:
The wisest advice in existence,
Is ne'er on its kindness to call;
The best way to get its assistance
Is—show you don't need it at all!
“Man's the Gold!” said the bard, with a feeling
That still his discretion outran;
For each day of our life is revealing
The bard should have said,—“Gold is Man.”
Gold is genius, and greatness, and merit;
Want gold—you want all that gold brings!
But if fortune you only inherit,
The world will excuse other things.
That still his discretion outran;
For each day of our life is revealing
The bard should have said,—“Gold is Man.”
Gold is genius, and greatness, and merit;
Want gold—you want all that gold brings!
But if fortune you only inherit,
The world will excuse other things.
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