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Show Brother Mammon has his millions, But from his bank it all must fly; He now dwells in quarter sections But in one lonely mill yard I. Brother Mammon brings his lady To pleasure's downy couch to lie; But the thorns of the dear one Will make his sumptuous bosom sigh. True, Brother Mammon has his friends, But they will leave him by-and-by, When he stops his annual favors; But no such bogus friends have I. Now Brother Mammon has his day, With gold he cast the poor man's die; All he has is borrowed honors, But all life's inheritance have I. Brother Mammon is now in power, But like himself it soon must die; He usurped what God did lend him And here below His power defy. Brother Mammon has now a soul, In a nut-shell it can be: His two eyes like smoky diamonds Now discerns but one in me. Mercury Zimbi. Smithfield, [Utah} July 24, 1881 |
