On nobility and the grave,
Which bond as fire and flesh,
With no intent to mesh,
Against their match- they misbehave,
And were they each a path to pave,
The first road would refresh,
The other meant to thresh,
Yet man must choose but one to brave,

We ought mind this choice,
It may cast us in our roles,
And shall weigh upon our souls,
But to each is given the same chance,
When we hear His voice-
Will we stay seated, or will we dance?