This I would have for my fortune - neither fortune nor
But the love of the friends who have known me, and
the wealth of a worthy name.
The fair esteem of my neighbors, some service I
tried to do,
A hand that gave as it gathered a heart that loved all
that it knew.
For what is this life we cherish if we make it a
strife fro gold?
Why live for a fame that shall perish as soon as
the blood grows cold?
Let the cynics scoff in their wisdom and the
haughty sneer at the meek,
The self-same death shall take them both to the
self-same God they seek.
Brothers are they in the graveyard, and the boast-
ful stones of the great
Which the living have raised to their glory but
an earthly difference state.
There the poor are rich so the richest, the
oldestand youngest dead
Lie alike in the silent acres when the last
of the tears are shed.
Let me live my life for the living, let me see
in each one I meet
The common end of the journey, let me
put pride under my feet.
Let me write my struggle in kindness, let
me honor a good man's worth,
If in death we shall fare as brothers, let me
brother with him on earth.