It matters little about the gold,
or rank or titles ten thousand fold;
But a heart to give the human touch
To all men as brothers--it matters much.
It matters little, my humble sphere,
It matters much--my conscience clear;
A mind to lighten adversity's touch
On my fellowman--it matters much.
It matters little about the years,
In a world of sorrow, care and tears;
But the heavenly Father's loving touch
on the crown I wear--it matters much.
V.C.
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