The world is a race-course;
Man is a charioteer;
In him there is a soul;
Ambition is the steed
By which he is drawn,
Over which he seems to have
No control.

Each day we speed on the race,
Ambition still our steed,
Regardless of the soul
And heaven the goal;
Toward riches and honor
We speed.

Ambition, thou most fiery steed,
Remember thou drawest a soul;
For riches and honor there is no prize,
Heaven is the only goal.

Be mindful thou, O charioteer!
Ride careful, keep your place;
Let riches nor honor tempt thee
And you will gain the race.