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Text:In vain the wealthy mortals toil
Author:Isaac Watts

667. In vain the wealthy mortals toil

In vain the wealthy mortals toil,
And heap their shining dust in vain,
Look down and scorn the humble poor,
And boast their lofty hills of gain.

Their golden cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts or aching heads,
Nor fright nor bribe approaching death
From glitt'ring roofs and downy beds.

The ling'ring, the unwilling soul
The dismal summons must obey,
And bid a long, a sad farewell
To the pale lump of lifeless clay.

Thence they are huddled to the grave,
Where kings and slaves have equal thrones;
Their bones without distinction lie
Amongst the heap of meaner bones.

Text Information
First Line: In vain the wealthy mortals toil
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1835
Scripture: ; ; ; ;
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