Rather win a brother`s smile Than a stack of dollar notes, Rather do one thing worth while Than have all the nation`s votes; Rather tread the simple way Where the sweet wild roses are Than to dress in glad array And be prince or king or czar. Somehow, when I sum it up, I would rather be a friend Than by force snatch vict`ry`s cup And be hated in the end. I would rather leave behind Tender gentle thoughts of me Than have those who follow find Stains upon my memory. Rather do the simple things, Rather play a lowly part Than to win the praise of kings And be cold and hard of heart. I would rather fail to be Rich or famous on the earth, Rather dwell in poverty If my deeds will tell my worth. Rather feel a brother`s hand Clasped in mine, as friendship`s vow Than in pomp and pride to stand With a crown upon my brow. Rather have one find me true Than have thousands call me great And despise the things I do, Turning from me in their hate.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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