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Poem
June 6, 1835
South Branch Intelligencer
Romney, Hampshire County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A poem contrasting the empty pursuits of fortune and glory with the true riches found in social joys, sympathy, and helping distressed friends.
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POETRY.
TRUE RICHES AND GLORY.
For fortune's prize let others pant,
And count the "yellow slave."
No joys can gathered jewels grant,
No sickening sorrows save--
But bustling and jostling
To swell the treasured heap,
It cloys us, annoys us,
And leaves the HEART to weep.
Let others climb the dizzy height
Where glory shines afar.
Alas! renown is but the light
That decks the falling star.
Still driving and striving
To reach the radiant prize,
We grasp it and clasp it,
And in our touch it dies.
But, Oh! let mine the treasure be,
That social joys impart,
And mine the glory, sympathy
Beams on the feeling heart--
Still soothing and smoothing
The grief of friends distrest,
And lending and spending.
That others may be blest.
TRUE RICHES AND GLORY.
For fortune's prize let others pant,
And count the "yellow slave."
No joys can gathered jewels grant,
No sickening sorrows save--
But bustling and jostling
To swell the treasured heap,
It cloys us, annoys us,
And leaves the HEART to weep.
Let others climb the dizzy height
Where glory shines afar.
Alas! renown is but the light
That decks the falling star.
Still driving and striving
To reach the radiant prize,
We grasp it and clasp it,
And in our touch it dies.
But, Oh! let mine the treasure be,
That social joys impart,
And mine the glory, sympathy
Beams on the feeling heart--
Still soothing and smoothing
The grief of friends distrest,
And lending and spending.
That others may be blest.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
True Riches
False Glory
Social Sympathy
Moral Instruction
Fortune Critique
Poem Details
Title
True Riches And Glory.
Key Lines
But Bustling And Jostling
To Swell The Treasured Heap,
It Cloys Us, Annoys Us,
And Leaves The Heart To Weep.
Still Driving And Striving
To Reach The Radiant Prize,
We Grasp It And Clasp It,
And In Our Touch It Dies.
Still Soothing And Smoothing
The Grief Of Friends Distrest,
And Lending And Spending.
That Others May Be Blest.