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.