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Show THE MOEY CRAZE Was o'er there such a time below As now when people high or low, Were so nlert, nnd on tho go For tho nlmlghtly dollar; They'll plot to kill n prince or king And do most any earthly thing That will the golden cngles bring The dunce as with the scholar. We rend how Aaron's dupes did laugh And dance around a golden cnlf, I Hut we can beat that nil to chaff, And deem it not uncommon. I The yellow stuff, we so adore, Has stung us to the bosom's core And lures nnd lends us more nnd more To bend the knees to Mammon. And yet, with all our craze for wealth Whether acquired by tbilft or stealth, H It Is but dross compared with health Of body, mind or sphlf, For when we're dead and In our grave What will the money do to save Tho soul of either sago or knave, Iievold cf heavenly met It. In1 tend of doing any g')od T would likely rr.lre a fam'ly frud And make foes of our kindled blood To last perhaps forovcr. So, let tin turn our thoughts and try To bid King Mamr oil's grip to id bye And worship with a single eyo (5od of all good tho giver Since he has the Injunction given, To lay our trcasurs up In heaven Where It will be seciiro From moth and rust and thieves that steal, Let us obey His soverlgn will And mnke Snlvatlon sure. J. C. |