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George Lewis Avery

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Do not beckon me, oh distant star
The chase you lead is much too far
I do not covet your worldly view
That berth our God reserves for you
A mighty plow, another might wield
I choose to stoop and hoe the field
If ye' must inquire what I am worth
My coffers overflow with mother earth

T'is true a grape might taste the wine
But it rues the day it left the vine
For a'that, I'll court this soil so bold
That roots will spring and grab ahold
I will not follow, though you must urge
I refuse to follow, for trails diverge
And should I once lose sight of thee
Who would remain to counsel me

Be on your way, I've drawn the line
Maintain your chair as I do mine
And from your throne smile down on me
For I am where I long to be

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