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Show The Spendthrift. He left so little, did you say? lie had so brief a time to stay, "Twas hardly worth his while to gather Dross of our little earthly day. The things that our people prize He gave to others, being wise, Being so heavenly foolish rather, That kept his gains for Paradise. Hardly a keepsake Aid he leave, And all his gold was fugitive. He kept those things that will not perish, For him the widow and orphan grieve.' He gave with a light laugh ineed, As he and gold were ill agreed; Held it the poorest thing to cherish, Save that it filled another's need. He had his Pilgrim's Scrip of Hope, And Living Waters in his cup, The Staff of Life that still suffices The stumbling soul to lift it up. i Being so soon a traveler. Of earthly things he had no care; But on the road that's Paradise He went the lighter, being bare. Katherine Tynan, in the Argonaut |