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| I ROSE 1 up at the dawn of day— | |
| ‘Get thee away! get thee away! | |
| Pray’st thou for riches? Away! away! | |
| This is the Throne of Mammon grey.’ | |
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| Said I: This, sure, is very odd; | 5 |
| I took it to be the Throne of God. | |
| For everything besides I have: | |
| It is only for riches that I can crave. | |
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| I have mental joy, and mental health, | |
| And mental friends, and mental wealth; | 10 |
| I’ve a wife I love, and that loves me; | |
| I’ve all but riches bodily. | |
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| I am in God’s presence night and day, | |
| And He never turns His face away; | |
| The accuser of sins by my side doth stand, | 15 |
| And he holds my money-bag in his hand. | |
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| For my worldly things God makes him pay, | |
| And he’d pay for more if to him I would pray; | |
| And so you may do the worst you can do; | |
| Be assur’d, Mr. Devil, I won’t pray to you. | 20 |
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| Then if for riches I must not pray, | |
| God knows, I little of prayers need say; | |
| So, as a church is known by its steeple, | |
| If I pray it must be for other people. | |
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| He says, if I do not worship him for a God, | 25 |
| I shall eat coarser food, and go worse shod; | |
| So, as I don’t value such things as these, | |
| You must do, Mr. Devil, just as God please. | |
