Midst life's busy confusion, turmoil and strife,
In the crush and jam of the pelf-getting herd,
Where dollars are valued above human life,
With "Get Yours" the slogan, and "Dollars" the word,
I've been crowded, and elbowed, pushed out of line,
Have been offered inducements to steal and lie;
But turned them aside—for I knew "I'd get mine"—
I carried the banner of Honor held high.
