Who cares for earthly bread tho' white?

Who cares for earthly bread tho' white?
Nay, heavenly sheaf of harvest corn!
Who cares for earthly crown tonight?
Nay, heavenly crown tomorrow morn!
I will not wander left or right,
The straightest road is shortest too;
And since we hold all hope in view
And triumph where is no more pain,
Tonight I bid good night to you
And bid you meet me there again.
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