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Some have robes, of silk and velvet, / Cast like manna, down; / Others toil through wind and weather, / For a homespun gown. / Some are born to ride in coaches, / Sitting at their ease; / Others plod foot-sore and weary. / (I am one of these.)
Some have sounding name and title, / Here upon the earth; / Others dwell apart from glory -- / No one knows their worth. / Some have wealth, and fame, and beauty, / All the things that please; / Some are poor, and plain and lonely. / (I am one of these.)
Some complain, in midst of pleasures, / Of a hard, sad lot, / Doubting God, denying heaven, / Loving, trusting not. / Others, hedged about with sorrows, / Do, on bended knees, / Praise and bless the Lord forever. / (I am one of these.)