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Show WHEN THE REAPER COMES. I. Xot all the. great lessons philosophers teach, Xot all the best sermons that parsons can preach Can Mammon awake to the slightest impression That aught 'neath the sky That money can't buy Can interest him as a needful possession. IT. But hark! comes a footstep, heard never before,. A soft, stealthy, silken-like tread to his door. And a long, bony, beckoning finger appears, That never takes nay When calling, away ; Xor money can spare thee, vain man, nor thy tears. III. What now are thy millions? Contemptible dross! So prized, yet so useless in one thrilling loss! Thou'lt offer thy fortune in ecstasy wild. Possessions though vast, xll, all that thou hast Thou'lt fling to the winds to save one little child ! TV. 'Tis useless! And ah, that's a heart's bitter cry! His playmate e'en happily bids him "good-bye." And turns with a heavenly light in her face - From him turns away! But smiles back to say : "Dad, 3-0U will come, too, to this beautiful place.'' V. Then, silence. The stealthy one goes as he came ; His stroke is but mortal. The heavenly flame Sister angels are tenderly bearing away. The scales leave his eyes, As Mammon now cries To God, who has taught him at last how to pray. George Quarrie. i . . |