Out of this life I shall never take
Things of silver and gold I make.

All that I cherish and hoard away
After I leave, on earth must stay.

Though I have toiled for a painting rare
To hang on my wall, I must leave it there.

Though I call it mine and I boast its worth
I must give it up when I quit the earth.

All that I gather and all that I keep,
I must leave behind when I fall asleep.

And I wonder often what I shall own
In that other life, when I pass alone.

What shall they find and what shall they see
In the soul that answers the call for me?

Shall the great Judge learn, when my task is through
That the spirit had gathered some riches, too?

Or shall at the last it be mine to find
That all I had worked for I’d left behind?

♣ ♥ ♥ ♣ ♣ ♥ ♥ ♣

*** Edgar A. Guest ***

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