Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A

Mercy To Him That Shows It, Is The Rule.

Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream.

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

I Crown Thee King Of Intimate Delights, Fire-side Enjoyments, Home-born Happiness, And All The Comforts That The Lowly Roof Of Undisturb'd Retirement, And The Hours Of Long Uninterrupted Ev'ning, Know.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.