The worthy wear no crowns, nor sit on golden thrones,
Their wealth is not in riches, but in love they have shown.
Their court is in the fields of grace, beneath the boundless
sky,
Their rule is not by edict, but by starlight in their eye.
They walk the unseen paths, where gilded feet won’t tread,
They lift the broken-hearted, give hope where fear has
spread.
Their names are not in marble, carved, nor sung in trumpet’s
cry;
But in the hearts they have healed, their echoes never die.
For though the world forgets their face, it knows the good
they’ve done—
The worthy have no monuments, their light is never gone.
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