There was a certain man who had

A very large, rich ground,

Which, when the harvest time came on,

With plenty did abound.

His barns were small, and they were fill'd;

He said, "What shall I do?"

He thought within himself and said,

"I know what I will do,

"I will tear down these little barns,

And build them larger still,

And with the fruit my ground doth yield,

Abundantly I'll fill.

"And I will then say to my soul,

'Thou hast much goods laid up;

Now therefore take thine ease, and fill

Thy thoughts with earthly hope."

But God said unto him, "Thou fool!

I will require of thee

This very night thy soul; then say

"Whose shall this plenty be?"

The fool is he who layeth up

For himself treasure here,

And calleth earthly pleasure, gain,

And earthly riches, dear.