I do not long for power, nor lordly place; I do not sigh for jewels, nor for minted gold; I would not grieve if gifts of worldly grace, If land or houses or a large career, If luxury or plaudits men revere, My days of earthly pilgrimage should never hold. Yet, oh! within me wakes a craving deep And confident, like woodland wings that skyward start At dawn, the wish that I may find and keep Uplifting thoughts along my lowly way.
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