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Show TWO PICTURES I. Close by the edge of the park, In a mansion of splendor and pleasure, Lived a great lord of the land, With a wife of beauty resplendent. Great was his name in the world, Great his renown as a statesman, Numberless friends he possessed, And one whom he loved as a brother. Death overtook him one day, In spite of his friends and his riches; He was buried with pomp and state - His wife and his friends broken-hearted. A splendid tomb did they build, His virtues in gilt letters showing; And then in the course of a year, His bosom friend married the widow. II. Down in the darksome den, In the dirtiest depths of the city, Dwelt all alone an old man, Bent-backed, rheumatic and feeble; Children nor wife had he, But only a dog for companion - Lame and ugly and old, But loving and faithful and tender. Dead one morning in bed, He was found by his landlord rent-seeking; No mourners stood by his tomb, In a pauper's coffin they laid him. Some one passed by that way, In the course of a week or so after; There on the mound lay the dog, Dead on the grave of his master! - Allis Gower. |