Robert Pollok

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.

Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the read more

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss
Securely.