Classic Poem

What tho' thy home
Be humble and small,
Dwarfed by thy neighbor's,
Costly and fine?
All of the world
And its fullness is Mine,
And you are My child,
Far richer than all!

Why do you look
With yearning of heart
On his luxuries, leisure,
His comfort and ease?
Thy rest of salvation
Is better than these!
He knows not the joy
Only grace can impart!

Pity, instead,
The dearth of his soul,
Seeking vain pleasure,
Striving for gain,
Knowing no comfort
Nor solace for pain,
Caught in the web
Of the devil's control.

He is rich in the goods,
That the world can bestow,
But poor in the things
Eternal and true!
Show him, My child,
By the wealth I give you,
There are riches far greater
Than his he can know!