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To whom is glory justly due ?
Who toil unresting through the day,
within ; Whom avarice can ne'er mislead To guilty thought or sinful deed ;
Whose fancy never seeks to roam
From the dear wives who cheer their home ;
Whose hero souls cast fear away
When battling in a rightful fray ;
Dear as themselves, is more than kin;
FEED THE POOR.
If thou would win the dear reward
Which only virtue earns,
Waste not thy wealth upon
the lord Who gift for gift returns. Not with the rich thy treasures share ;
Give aid to those who need ;
And, with the gold thy wants can spare,
The poor and hungry feed.
Be sure that those who would receive
Deserve and crave thy care ; And ponder, ere thy hands relieve,
The how, and when, and where.
THE WISE SCHOLAR.
I hold that scholar truly wise
That live on earth, both great and small.