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My Lot

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My lot on earth is not all mirth,     Nor is it constant gloom;     Some joys decay and fall away,     But leave much lasting bloom.     My wishes are not always met,     And cares press hard at times;     Yet joyous strains ne'er sink to fret,     Tho' dollars shrink to dimes.     My earthly lot boasts not a cot,     No foot of land I own,     No bank account nor phosphate mount,     Nor credit for a loan;     But I can read my title clear     To mansion, robe, and crown;     I couple these with lot down here,     And sing, tho' foes may frown.

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