THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 105 THE BLESSEDNESS OF POVERTY. "The love of money is the root of all evil.” Who would not rather for his lot yon large house for his abode eye is dimmed, and cannot see Prompted by gold, beneath the sun! The bands of friendship cut in twain— That this world's riches were but naught; Jesus will never such men own; Though in this world they pass for great, Because they happen to inherit Their abject spirits left to pine Without one ray on them to shine, While the poor souls, whom they were wont Because they made it their chief pleasure Shine forth, like stars in dark of night. ILL-GOTTEN WEALTH. "Woe to him that increaseth that which is not his! how long? and to him that ladeth himself with thick clay." What hast thou here? A goodly house and fair, Wherein thou fondly thinkest to remain, Know'st thou not yet Thy sun Is almost set, Thy mansion is the portal of the tomb; And thou must enter soon the dark and dreadful gloom. Thou hast great store Of gold and silver ore, But not one grain of it thou'lt take away, That all thy state Is nought Which seems so great, If in the land, where flits the parted ghost, Houses, possessions, gold, nay, thou thyself art lost? Make haste, thou fool, Bring hither line and rule, Build thee a habitation on the Rock, Which shall endure the great and final shock, Of earth that's wrought Must fall And come to nought; There fix thy dwelling, there lay up great store Of that good treasure which doth last for evermore. |