The Forty-Ninth



And men will praise you

When yours has gone well

Some lands bear your name

The family in silks.

Success is the game

Perhaps quickly come

Or dividends of name

And rank for the sum.

A business excels

Though standards forgot

And most nod the head

“How lucky your lot.”

But where is the faith

Or trust in the Lord

You die like a beast

The Gospel ignored.

And those you scarce saw

All hushed and hard worn

Are princes of God

Who rule in the morn.


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