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WHAT will you give me, O World, O World! / If I run in the race and win? / Will you give me a fame that can never fade, / Will you give me a crown that will never rust, / Can you save my soul from the pall of sin, / Can you keep my heart from the dust?
What will you give me, O Earth, O Earth! / If I fight in the fray and win? / More than you gave those kings, who lay / Ages past in forgotten clay? / Can you give me more than the grave shuts in, / Or the years can bear away?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, / Fame will fade and crowns will rust.
Give me, O Earth, but your true embrace, / When the battle is lost or won.
Hide me away from the day's white face, / From the eye of the dazzling sun.
So I may lay my head on your breast, / Forget the struggle and be at rest; / Forget the laurels that fade away, / The love that lasts but a wild, brief day; / Forget it all, on your bosom pressed, / Forever at rest -- at rest!