On humble fare though he may dine
soft light of a candle's flame
Walks with a sense of purpose and time
upon his soul is there no claim
A man treads light on honest poverty
no coward nor gentleman's slave
Gives of his love to the poor of heart
stands fast in the face of the grave
Bearing for her life's burdens
soothes the children of their tears
Is the rock all others break upon
leaves fond memory of his years
He knows the value of free will
as honesty will rule his heart
Owns pride born of forgiveness
to the fallen grants a new start
Give the fools their silk and wine
the dishonest pretense of gentry
Only welcome of a good man's door
can allow for a monarch's entry
He knows this as his fellows do
from every house, field and station
One need not be a worshiped lord
to be master of God's creation.
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