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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
Nay, your riches ne'er can save yon,
Virtue is the Gem of Worth;
You your wealth can not take with you
To the last "six feet of earth.'
Virtue is the Gem of Worth;
You your wealth can not take with you
To the last "six feet of earth.'
Jesus once was poor and lowly,
And His crown held many a thorn;
Yet His heavenly Father loved Him
As He suffered grief and scorn.—
If your soul is pure and stainless
You have Wealth,—there'll ne'er be dearth;
When at last the clay is sleeping
In your own "six feet of earth."
And His crown held many a thorn;
Yet His heavenly Father loved Him
As He suffered grief and scorn.—
If your soul is pure and stainless
You have Wealth,—there'll ne'er be dearth;
When at last the clay is sleeping
In your own "six feet of earth."
