Cometh a Blessing Down

Not to a man of dol­lars

Not to a man of deeds

Not to a man of cun­ning

Not to a man of creeds

Not to a man whose pas­sion

Is for a world’s re­nown

Not in the form of fa­shion

Cometh a bless­ing down.

Not un­to land’s ex­pan­sion

Not to the mis­er’s chest

Not to the prince­ly man­sion

Not to the bla­zoned crest

Not to the sor­did world­ling

Not to the knav­ish clown

Not to the haugh­ty ty­rant

Cometh a bless­ing down.

Not to the fol­ly blind­ed

Not to the steeped in shame

Not to the car­nal mind­ed

Not to un­ho­ly fame

Not in ne­glect of du­ty

Not to the mon­arch’s crown

Not at the smile of beau­ty

Cometh a bless­ing down.

But to the one whose spir­it

Yearns for the great and good;

Unto the one whose store­house

Yieldeth the hun­gry food:

Unto the one who la­bors

Fearless of foe or frown

Unto the kind­ly heart­ed

Cometh a bless­ing down.