Ye are born, all of you, to a royal birthright. Scorn not the poor, thou wealthy - his toil is nobler than thy luxury. Fret not at the rich, thou poor - his beneficence is comelier than thy murmuring. Join hands, both of you, rich and poor together, as ye toil in the brotherhood of God's great harvest-field - heirs of a double heritage - thou poor, of thy kingly labor - thou rich, of thy queenly charity - and let heaven bear witness to the bridal.