The great and primal thought

That services which hearts would win,

With price can ne'er be bought.

Such service heaven alone repays

E'en though on earth 'tis done,

Its echoes last through endless days,

And dies but with the sun.

A mercenary soul must find

A more congenial field

Than that of training human mind

Wherein a soul's concealed,

If it would live out all the days

Allotted unto man,

And bask in all the genial rays

Revealed in God's great plan.

No lubrication of the nerves

Has ever yet been found,

For him who like a menial serves

Dull lesson's daily round;

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