Ambition, in every shape
That it presents itself;
Has to do with things,
Giving external advantage,
For the satisfaction of
Self - worship;
It is that form of pride,
Which usurps the rightful
Place of aspiration,
To godliness and salvation.
Yet it is nursed and cherished,
In many a soul,
That thinks itself devout;
Filling it with petty cares,
And life's disappointments;
That swarm like bees,
Around a fallen hive;
And shut out,
The Glory of God.
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