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Show UWIABLC Most men would gladly take his place And shoulder all his obligations. Though there are lines upon his face And he has few and brief vacations; Most men would gladly, if they might, Be whera he Is and have his money; But nothing fills him with delight. To him there's nothing that is funny. His look is solemn, in his ees There never lurks a merry twinkle; Among his lines of care there lies Not even one mirth-given wrinkle; With sober looks he goes his way, By one grim purpose animated From him, hard-featured, bent and gray,. No jest has ever emanated. Yet there are men who watch him pass. Permitting envy to possess them ' Men who are hated by no class, And who have few ills to distress them Men who sometimes forget a while That only money is worth getting. Who watch the nimble clown, and smile. Too glad to waste the moment fretting.. His wealth is great, his station high, But, by one purpose driven daily. He has no time to ever try To let his solemn tones ring gayly; Tet there are men who envy him Who. even while he piles up money, Remains hard-featured and as grim As death and just about as funny. |