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Show THUS RUNS THE WORLD AWAY. ' By John Vance Cheney. One comes with kind, capacious hold, But through his fingers slips thegold; He with the talons,' his the hands, That rake up riches as the sands. One .fats as does the ovx unbroke; Never on his red -neck the yoke. The pale, stooped thing, with heart and brain, On him the weight of toil and pain. One longs, she with the full warm breast, But no babe's head does on it rest; On some starved slant a fool thought fair Love's boon Is thrust, and suckled there. From McClure's |