Yet his wealth shall be far above;
He shall coin it freely of precious words
From the treasure of God’s deep love.
“Whatever he doeth shall prosper well,”
Though his path may be rough awhile,
Enough for him is the lights of truth
And his Father’s ceaseless smile.
He shall grow like a tree by the river-side,
And if tempests sweep around—
Then proved and tried by their searching wrath