Show the laughter of wealth millionaires who laugh are rare an drew carnegie smite out upon me jocund sun and bid the world be air though joys be scant I 1 have this one I 1 m not a millionaire when landlords fret me and dismay and tailors claim my care take heed say or ou some day will be a millionaire how lonely are the marble halls where laughter never rings how barren are the pictured walla to which old brings his treasure tor the moth to see and for the spider s nest without its smiling life would be A sorry tale at best and yet though these seem mournful who bid us be content by providence some little joke E en to the rich la sent A cynic fancy still will fling its shadow I 1 believe the millionaire who said this thing was laughing in his sleeve washington star |