Classic Poem

Those who view the whole wide world
Through spectacles of blue,
See all the wealth and joy of life
Commandeered by the few;
Could they by chance, mislay their “specs,”
They'd see that all depends
On what man “thinketh in his heart,”
And not on what he spends.

He enjoys the greatest wealth,
Who has the grace to rise
To precious treasures of the soul—
God's gift alone supplies.
The man who has a brother-love
For every other man,
Knows well that He who fathers us,
Includes him in His plan.