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Show I THE END. I I asked a laughing little lad, 1 "What Is the end of all this fun?" His upturned eyes grew wide and sad, He answered, "Gee! I just begun! I s'pose that when I have to dlo If I am good I'll prob'ly go To heaven I dunno jes' why, But anyhow ma told me so." I asked a solemn clergyman, "What Is the end, sir? Can you tell?" He answered pompously, "I can! For Christians, heaven; for sinners, hell! Repent, ere yet it is too late; No longer let black sin besmirch Your weary soul; see! yonder gate Leads to the one and only church." I asked a soul without a name With paint upon her stolid face; "What is the end of all this shame? What lies beyond this primrdse pace?" I She paused a moment from her hand The wineglass fell, and then she laughed; "The end?" she sneered, "a bed of sand, And possibly a marble shaft." I asked a sage, "What is the end?" He shook a head as white as snow And calmly answered me, "My friend, You ask in vain I do not know!!" This was the answer of the seer, And hopelessly, I turned to go, The iecho ringing in my ear: "I do not know I do not know!" Minneapolis Tribune. |