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Thy wealth can shed no tears around thy bier, Nor can it wash thy hands of shame and fear;
 * Ere thou departest with it freely part—

Let others plead for thee and God will hear.

For me thy silks and feathers have no charm The pillow I like best is my right arm;
 * The comforts of this passing show I spurn,

For Poverty can do the soul no harm.