The world, my brother! will abide with none,
The world, my brother! will abide with none, The world, my brother! will abide with none, By the world's Maker let thy heart be won. Rely not, nor repose on this world's gain, For many a son like thee she has reared and slain. What matters, when the spirit seeks to fly, If on a throne or on bare... Sign in to see full entry.