My Lot
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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"My lot on earth is not all mirth,..."
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