What Does It Matter.
By Wm. Andrew Sigourney.
It matter little where I was born,
Or if my parents were rich or poor;
Whether they shrank at the cold world’s scorn.
Or walked in the pride of wealth secure;
But whether I live an honest man,
And hold my integrity firm in my clutch,
I tell you my brother, plain as I can,
It matters much!
It matters little how long I stay
In a world of sorrow, sin and care;
Whether in youth I am called away
Or live till my bones of flesh are bare;
But whether I do the best I can
To soften the weight of adversity’s touch
On the faded cheek of my fellow-man,
It matters
much!
It matters little where be my grave,
Or on the land, or on the sea,
By purling brook, ‘neath stormy wave,
It matter little or naught to me;
But whether the angel of death comes down
And marks my brow with his loving touch
As one that shall wear the victor’s crown,
It matters much!
Title: What Does It Matter.
Author: Wm. Andrew Sigourney for Packard’s Monthly
Location: Unknown
Year: Unknown
Media: Newspaper article, glued to Page 171 of the Ledger of Captain W. B.
Blair
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