William Preston Johnston - Dives-Lazarus lyrics

TALL marble columns, placques of malachite, Things wrought in ivory, fabrics for each whim, Broad acres, steeds that mock the arrow's flight, And white-sailed ships deep laden to the brim Or built for pride o'er summer seas to skim, Riches in all its forms, to use or waste, Are Dives', and their glitter shed on him; They throng and urge him pleasure's cup to taste. Unto his well groomed body, cleanly shaped, He says, "O body, thou art sound and whole," Then whispers to a Something darkly draped, "But thou, O secret, wretched, leprous soul, Canst thou win back by all this store of wealth, One hour, one moment, of the breath of health?