I’d like to think
when life is done
That I had filled a needed post.
That here and there, I paid my fare,
With more than idle talk and boast.
That I had taken gifts divine,
The breath of life and manhood fine
And tried to use them now and then
In service for my fellow men.
That I had filled a needed post.
That here and there, I paid my fare,
With more than idle talk and boast.
That I had taken gifts divine,
The breath of life and manhood fine
And tried to use them now and then
In service for my fellow men.
I’d hate to think
when life is through
That I have lived my round of years,
A useless kind that leaves behind
No record in the vale of tears.
That I had wasted all my days
By treading only selfish ways,
And that this world would be the same
If it had never known my name.
That I have lived my round of years,
A useless kind that leaves behind
No record in the vale of tears.
That I had wasted all my days
By treading only selfish ways,
And that this world would be the same
If it had never known my name.
I’d like to think
that here and there
When I am gone, there shall remain,
A happier spot that might have not
Existed had I toiled for gain.
That someone’s cheery voice and smile
Shall prove that I had been worth while,
That I had paid with something fine
My debt to God for life divine.
When I am gone, there shall remain,
A happier spot that might have not
Existed had I toiled for gain.
That someone’s cheery voice and smile
Shall prove that I had been worth while,
That I had paid with something fine
My debt to God for life divine.
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