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E scarce conceive the weight it bears, along life's busy road; To one it seems to beckon on, to others seems a goad; It eases up the weal and woe, it buys the daily bread, And when the day of toil is past gives place to lay the head. It gives the children clothes to wear and pays the schooling bill And paves the way for budding youths, life's concrete road to fill With wisdom; to cement the truth, on youth's impressive brain, That after years may reproduce and make it young again. It has a charm to lead men on, to good and bad 't is true; The former toward the ripening fields pure as the morning dew; The latter to the heavy road, which shows the place of sin, Where pitfalls gape unceasingly, where drop the misers in. The nation's peace it often buys, when warring factions bend Their strength against some other power, perhaps a former friend ; But money, earth's great argument, comes rolling down the line And quite dissolves the great brigade; for home they mark the time. The furrows which the farmer turns, so strangely seem to hold The life to quicken all mankind; its scroll may here unfold; The canvas and the paint-brush here, and pictures far ahead With visions of the harvest time; the reaping then instead: If we shall wisely cultivate the acreage we possess Abundant harvests sure await, which will our efforts bless And all the good the Dollars do, is but to pave the way Along the path--probation's morn, until the light of day. |
