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The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1900-07-08

love 10 see the 0s!d
That is moist with purple stain.
But not where bullet. sword and shield
Lie strewn with the CORY slain
No. no. It's where the sun
Shocta down his cIoudless beams,
TIL rich and bursting tuice-drops run
On the vineyard earth IN streams.
Ny glowing heart beats high
At the sight Of shining gold:
But It Is not that which the miser's eye
Del!ghteth to behold.
A brighter wealth by far
Than the deep mines yellow vein,
Is seen around In the fair hills crowned
With sheayes Of FURNISHED grain.
Look forth. thou tboughtless one.
Whose proud knee never bends;
Take thou the bread that's daily spread,
But think on Him that sends.
Look forth. re toiling men.
Though little We Possess,
Be glad that dearth is not on earth
To make that little less.
Let the song OF praise be poured
In gratitude and Joy.
BY the rich man with his gamers stored
And the ragged cleaner boy.
The feast that nature gives
Is not for one alone:
It's shared by the meanest slave that live,
And the tenants of throne
Then glory to the stee!
tnat SHINES In the yeaper's hand
Ana thanks 10 Him who has blest the seed
And crowned tie harvest land.
Eliza Cook.
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I And rapture in each heaving breast.
And many a high and fervent VOW,
| Was breathed from her full heart and
| mine,
While thy calm light was on her brow
| Like pure religions seal and sign.
| We knew, alas, that we must part.
| We knew We must be severed long.
Yet Joy was in each throbbing heart.
| For love was deep. and faith was strong.
| A thousand memories of the past,
Were busy in each glowing breast.
| And hope upon the future cast
Her rainbow hues-and We wero blest.
| craved a boon-oh! in that boon
There was wild. deiirious bliss.
All. did'st thou ever gaze. sweet moon,
Upon a more impassioued kiss7
The parting came-one moment brief
Her dim and fading form viewed
Twas gone-and there stood in grief,
Amid LIES awful solitude.
Tell me. sweet moon. for thou ean'st tell,
II passion still. unchanged is hers q
Do thoughts Of me her heart still swell
Among her many worshipers?
Say. does she sometimes wander now
At eve beneath thy gentle fame
To raise to heaven her angel brow
And breathe her absent lovers name?
Oh. when her gentle lids are wet
I ] pray thee mark each falling gem,
And tell me IL my image yet
Is pictured trenblingiy in them,
Az. tell ne. does her bosom thrill
As wildly as Of yore for me
Does her young heart adore me still
Or ID that young heart changed like thes1
oh. let thy teams that softest shine,
IL still my love to her II dear.
Bear to her gentle heart from mine
A Sigh. . blessing. and a tear.
George D. Prentice
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We'll bear privation. danger dare.
While even these are left to us
Be hopeful. faithful emulous
OF gallant deeds. though hard our fare!
Three years and more" We grimly said.
When orders came TO Rest at will
Beside the cornfeld on the hill,
A on a weary march we sped
Three Year, and more we've met the foe
On many a CORY. hard-fouyht field,
, And still W. swear We cannot yield
TIL Fate shall bring some deeper woe.
Three years and more we've struggled On.
Through torrid heat and winters chill.
Nor bated aught OF steadtast will.
Though even hope seems almost gone.
III fed. I'll clad and shelteriess.
How little cheer in health We knowi
When wounds and Illness lay Us low,
How coDfortless our sore distress:
These himsy rags. that scarcely hide
Our forms. can naught discourage Us;
But Hunger-ah! It may be thus
That Fortune shall the strife decide
But while the cornfelds give supply
Well take. content. the roasting ear,
Nor Yield us yet to craven fear,
But still press on. to do or de-
Ed Porter Thompson.
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q 'OSTLER JOE"

STOOD at eve. as the sun went down, b.
grave. where a woman lies,
Who iured mems souls to the shores Of
sin with the light OF her wauton eyes;
Who sang the song that the siren sang on
the treacherous Hurley height.
Whose face was as fair as a summer day
and whose heart was as black as
night
Yet blossom fain would pluck to-day
from the garden above her DUST
Not the dangerous lily Of souiless sin, nor
the blood-red rose of lust
But a sweet white blossom Of holy love that
grew in the one green spot
In the arid desert of Phryne's life, where all
was parched and hot
In the summer. when the meadows were
aglow with blue and red,
Joe, the 'ostier of the Maggie, and fair
Annie Smith We're wed.
Plump was Annie. plump and pretty. with
a cheek as white as snow:
He WAS anything but handsome. was :hs
Naples 'ostier. joe.
But he won the wiTeome lessie. They'd
cottage and q COW.
And her matronhcoG sat lightly on the viii
lage beauty's brow.
Sped the months and came Q 6aby-such a
bius-eyed baby boyi
Joe was working in the stables when they
told him Of his joy.
He was rubbing down the horses. and he
gave them then and there
AL q special feed Of clover. just IN honor OF
the heir.
It had been his great ambition. and he told
the horses SO.
That the Fates would send q baby who
might bear the name CT Joe.
Little Joe. the child was ehristened. and.
like babies. grew Rpace,
He'd his mothers eyes OF azure and his
fathers honest face.
Swift the happy years went over. years Of
blue and cloadiess sky,
Love was lord of that small cottage, and
the tempests passed them by.
Passed them by for years. then swiftly burst
In fury Ger their home.
Down the lane by Annies cottage CHANGED
a gentleman to roam;
Thrice he came and saw her sitting by the
window with her child.
And he nodded to the baby, and the baby
laughed and smiled.
So at last 1t grew to know him-littis Joe
was nearly four;
He would call the pretty semplin" as he
passed the open door;
And one day he ran and caught him. and In
childs play pulled him in,
And the baby Joe had prayed for brought
about the mothers sin.
Twas th6 same Old Wretched story that Tor
ages hards have sung,
Twas a woman weak and wanton and a
Villains tempting tongue;
Twas a picture deftly painted for a silly
creatures eyes,
OF the Babylonian wonders and the Joy that
IN them lies.
AGILE listened and was tempted; she was
tempted and she fell
~ the angels fell from heaven to the black
est depths Of hell;
ne was promised wealth and spiendor and
life Of guilty sloth:
Yellow gold for child and husband, and the
woman left them both.
Home one evs came Joe thu 'Ostler with a
CHEEKY cry of "Wife.''
FINDING that which blurred forever all the
story of his life.
She had left silly ietter-through the
cruel sefawl he spelt:
Then he sought the lonely bedroom, Joined
his hands and knelt.
Nov, o Lord. Q God. forgive her. for she
amt to biamei" he cried;
Tor owt ia seen her trouble, and 'agone
away and died.
Why wench like her-God bless heri
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Hannah Jane.

~ HE isn't half so handsome as when.
twenty years agone,
At her old home IN Piketon.
Parscn Avery made us one;
The great house crowded full OF
guests OF every degree,
The girls ali envying Hannah
Jane, the boys all envying me.
Her fingers then were taper. and her skin
es white es milk.
Her brown hair. what a mass II was! ana
soft and fine as silk:
No wind-moved willow By brook had ever
such grace.
donna face.
She had but measer schooling; her little
notes to me
Were full Of little pot-hooks, and the worst
photography;
Her dear was spelled with double e. and
kiss with but one s:
But when ones crazed with passion. what's
letter more or less?
I was but little better. True. Ia longer
been at school,;
Ny tongue and pen Were run, perhaps. a
little more by rule:
But that was all. the neighbors round who
both of US well knew,
Said. which believed-shs was the better
Of the two.
AIRS changed: the light Of seventeea's no
longer In her eyes;
Her wavy hair IS gone-that loss the Golf
feur's art supplies:
Her form is thin and angular; she slightly
forward bends:
Her fingers once SO shapeiy. now are
etumpy at the ends.
She knows but little. and In little are We
one;
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The O. g. Army's Commissar7


We'll. this h badr' We signing said,
While musing round the bivouac IRE
And dwelling with fond desire
On home and comforts long since lied.
How gayiy came we forth at nrsti
Our spirits high with new emprise,
Ambitious Of each exercise
And glowing with a martial thirst
Equipped as for a holiday,
With bounteous store of everything
To use or comfort ministring,
All cheerily We marched away.
But as the struggle hercer grew.
Light marching orders came apace-
And baggage-waSon soon gave place
To that which sterner uses knew
Our tents-they went a-years ago;
Now kettle. spider. frying-pan
Are lost 10 US. and as We can
We live. while marching to and fro.
Our food has lessened. TILL at length
Zen wants gaunt image seems TO threat
foe TO whom the brayest yet
Must yield at last his knightly strength.
'But while we've meat and -four enough
The bayonet shall be our spit
The ramrod bake our dough on tt
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Over the rolling waters 70,

Over the rolling waters CO.
Como from the dying moon and blow,
Blow him again TO me;
While my little one. while my pretty one
sleeps.
Sleep and rest. sleep and rest
Father will come 10 thee soon:
Rest. rest on mothers breast,
Father will come 10 thee soon:
Father will come to his babe In the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west,
Under the silver moon;
Sleep. my little one. sleep my pretty ona
sleep.
Alfred Tennyson.
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THE LEVEL AND THE SQUARE

lnclosed I hand you COPY Of poem en-
cited The Level and the Square," which
I srS2ose 10 the poem for which Mr. Nc
Cray made q request In last Eunday'a
Magazine section Of The Republic.
found IT In ~Cboice Selections From
Popular Authors" volume G. published
about 1853. Respectfully.
CHARLES H. pUFFER,
Ss2i Cook Avenue. St. Louis, Mo.
We meet upon the Level and We part upon
the Square:
VIVA: words subiimeIy beautiful those words
Masonic are!
They fall like strains Of melody upon ths
listening ears.
As they've sounded Hailelyjahs to the
world three thousand yeara
We meet upon the Level. though from
| every station brought,
The monarch from his palace. the Iabores
from his cot:
For the King must drop his dignity when
knocking at our door,
And the poorest Is his equal a. he circles
round the floor.
We act upon the Plumb: its our Masters
great command:
We walk upright In virtues way. We lean
to neither hand:
The All-Seeing Eye that reads our hearts
will bear US witness true,
That We stu try to homer God and sfv6
each man his due.
We part upon the Square, for the world
must have its due;
We mIngle In the ranks Of men. but keep
our secrets true;
And the influence Of our gatherings in
memory Is green.
And we long upon the Level to renew the
happy scene.
There's world where all are equal, We
are hurrying toward 1t fast
We shall meet upon the Level there when
the gates Of Death are passed:
But right before the Orient and our
Master will be there,
Our works TO try, our lives to prove with
Gods unerring Square.
When We meet upon the Level there We
never will depart:
There's a mansion bright and glorious set
for the pure In heart,
There's mansion and a welcome and a
multitude is there
Who in this world Of sloth and sin did part
upon the Square.
Let US meet upon the Level, then, while
laborfng patient here.
Let us meet and let US labor. though thu
labor be severe:
Already in the western sky the sixn, bid
US prepare
To gather Up our Working Tools and paxA
upon the Square.
Hands round then, brother Maeons. xathsr
in the golden chain,
We part upon the Square below to meet
in heaven again;
Each tie that has been broken hey. .hali
be cemented there
And none be lost around Gods throne who
parted on the Square.
ROBERT MORRIS, LII. D.
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Tho Vacant Places" to mo IN manuscript
twenty-five years ago. / have never seen
II IN print and would be glad to know the
author. HIM
Waterloo, I'll.
THE VACANT PLACES.
How much soever In this iife's mutations.
We seek our shattered idols to replace,
Not one In all the myriads Of nations
Can ever fill anothers vacant place.
Each has his own. the smallest and most
humble.
As Well as he revered the wide world
through:
With every death some loves and hopes
must crurnble.
Which never strive TO build themselves
anew.
II the fair race OF vioIets should perish
Before another springtime had its birth.
Could all the costly blooms which florists
Bring back its April beauty to the earth.
Not The most gorgeous flower that uucloses
Could give the olden grace to vale and
plain;
Not even Persie's gardens full Of roses
Could ever make the world SO fair again.
And 80 with souls We love, they pass and
leave US:
Time teaches patience at q bitter cost
Yet all the new loves which the year may
give US
Fill not the heart-place aching for the
lost.
New friends may come. with spirits even
rarer.
And kindle once again the tear-drowned
flame:
But yet We sigh. This love Is stronger.
fairer
And better. It may be-but not the same"
To the Editor OF The Republic
VIII you be so kind as to publish In the
Sunday Magazine the poem entitled The
Last Hymn The song Jesus. Lover of
Ny Soul" is included in the poem and am
unable TO find copy Of II. Thanking YOU
in advance. H. T. DAVIS.
Mulberry Grove. Ill.
To the Editor OF The Republic
Do they miss at home, do they miss me
A; morning. a, noon or at nishtl
Also
Heavily falls the rain
wild the breezes tonight.
We sit and think OF brother abroad
Would be pleased to see either or both In
The Republic. Yours.
Philadelphia. Ill. WIN. ]. HIGGiNSON.
To the Editor OF The Republic.
Will you kindly look up an old song for
US? We have tried in vain to find 1t. DO
ginning:
What fairylike music steals DER the sea.
Enchanting the senses with sweet melody.
Alton. III. KIzZIE b. MASTERS.
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snshfon. H.. THE Cottage BY the Sea-
ana another poem; Mrs. T. A. B.. Kahoka-
MO, fhe Cottage by the Sea-; Mr.. ]. s.
Mooidridge. Harrtsonville, Mo-, a poer, hy
George d. Prentice.
ai carer A Carroll. ST. Louis The Cot
tage by the Sea-; Mrs. Lucretia DonaI5co,,
81. Louis. The Cottage by the sea". M
brown. centropoits. Kas. 1.-THE Cottage bv
,ne sea Miss Elise Filter. Filters Lodge.
MISS The Cottage by the Sea-; Mrs m
rpss' 81 Louis. The Cottage by the sea-.
MIS- MIS-; hate Nasquez. The Cottage by the
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Lines,

Sweet moon. love thee. yet I grfevs
To case on the pale orb tonight;
1t tells me Of that last dear eve,
passed with her. my souls delight.
Hill. vaie and wood and stream were dyed
In the pale glory Of thy beams.
A. forth We wandered side by side.
Once more to tell loves burning dreams.
Ny fond arm was her living zone
Ny hand within her hand was pressed;
And love was In each earnest tone.
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OLD KENTUCKY HOME.

tOhe Version.)
Kentucky! Kentucky.
! love your classic shades.
Where fit the fairy figures
OF the dark-eyed Southern maids.
Where the mcckinS bird is singing,
MID the blossoms newly born.
Where the corn Il full Of kernsla.
And the Coaonels fnQ ee com
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Heart beat a0AinSt heart
In their passionate fold.
Your giances seemed drawing
My soul through my eyes,
A the sun draws the mist
From the seas to the skies.
Your lips chung to mine
Till prayed In my bliss
They might never unclasp
From this rapturous kiss.
foa Kissed mel Ny heart.
And my breath. and my will
In delirious Joy
For a moment stood still.
Life had for me then
No temptations. no charms
No visions Of happiness
Outside Of your arms.
And were I this instant
An angel possessed
OF the peace and the Joy
That arc given the blest,
would fling my white robes
Unrepininely down.
1would tear from my forehead
Its beautiful crown.
To nestle once more
In that haven Of rest
-FOUR lips upon mine.
Ny head on your breast.
You Kissed mel Ny soul,
In Q bliss so divine
Reeled and swooned like q drunken man.
Foolish with wine.
And thought 'twere delicious
To die there II death
Would but come while nv I.ps
Were yet moist with your breath;
'Twere delicious to die
II l might grow cold
While your arms clasped me round
In their passionate fold
And these are the questions
ask day and night:
Must my lips taste no more
Such exquisite delight?
Would you care II your breast
Were my shelter as then,
And II you were here
Would you kiss me again?
JOSEPHINE g. HUNT.
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And And mistress Of herself. though China fall.

Pope. '7''
IT'S little thing
To give a cup Of water: vet It's craught
Of cool refreshment. drain'd by feverish lips.
May give a thrill Of pleasure the frame
more exquisite than when nectarian Juice
Renews the life Of Joy In happiest hturs
Thomas Nom Talfou,d.
4 know and love the good yet ali, the worst
prrsue-Petrarch.
Who hath not heard the rich COMPLAIN
OF surfeits. and corporal pain?
he. bard from every use of wealth.
khEies the p!oughman's strength and health
Gay.
Unauiet meals make i'll digestions-"Com.
edy of Errors"
A wife. domestic, good and pur.
Like snail. should keep within her door,
But not. like snail. with silver track
flacs al her wealth upon her back.
w. W. How.
There IS method in mans wickedness.
1t grows up By degrees.
Beaumont and Fletcher
Ny dear. my better halr-sir Philip Sidney,
Arcadia
There never We're in the world two opinions
alike, no more than two hairs or two
grains; the most universal quality is d.
sSAeieS
Our wills our. we know not how
Our wills are ours. to make them thine.
-Tennyson. I'm Memoriam."
The wind tire wandering wind
OF the golden SUMMER ewes
Whence Is the thrilling magic
OF its tunes amongst the leavesf
Oh. is it from the waters
Or from the long tail srassr
Or is from the hollow rocks
Through which Its breathinrs psssf
Mrs. HemanA
One commencing a TayIer for his dex-
terrific in his profession. another standing
by ratified his opinion. saying tailors had
their business at their fingers ends-Haz-
itt
We fear that the glittering eeneraI..,es Of
the speaker have left an impression moro
delightful than permanently J. Dickmau.
Review of Lecture by Rufus C.oate.
hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies:
see the branches downward bent,
Like keys Of some great instrument
-I-onsfellow.
He that seeks popularity In art closes the
door on bis own genius: as he must needs
pain for other minds, and not for his own
Mrs. Jameson.
Bring me wine but wine which never srrv
In the belly Of the grape
Or grew vine whose tap-roots reaching
through
Under the Andes 20 the Cape.
suffered no saver Of the earth to escape
Emerson.
The waste Of many good materials, the
vexation that frequently attends such mis-
arrangements. and the curses not unfre-
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ANSWERS RECEIVED

The Republic wishes TO thank the follow
ing persons for responses TO requests for
poems: E. H. NJ. Waterloo. NJ. paul
Nene" and THE Cottage by the Sea-;
Charles H. Duffer. St. Louis. The Cottage
by the Sea-; Harry W. Roberts, Chester,
H., Paul vane" and 1.-The Cottage by the
Sea-: Mrs. g. J. Carroll. California, NO..
The Cottage by the Sea-: Holly Glenny,
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Harvest Song.

I love. love to see
Bright steel CLEAN through the land:
us a goodly sight. but It must be
In the reaper's tawny hand.
Tho helmet and the spear
Are twined with the laurel wreath:
but me trophy Is wet with the orphans tea,
And biood-spots rust beneath
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LITTLE CLASSICS.

A!,coaQuering Heat. O. internit thy wrath.
I,iiu on my throbbing temples potent thus
Beam not SO fierce. incessant sin vn, ~,
ana stu. another fe-vent food succeeds
four d on the head profuse In vain | sigh
Hhd resuess turn, and look around for night:
AisH' Is lar on: ana hotter Hours approach.
Thomson, sea sons"
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The King and sought his garden cool.
And walked apart and raurpuured low.
BE mercifUl to me, q foolP'
-Edwaxd R. SUI
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Sweet and Low.

9Heee and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low. low. breathe and blow,
Wind of the western seal
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YOU KISSED ME-.

A CORRESPONDENT sends the following
In response to a request: The poem was
written by Josephine 8. Hunt. young girl
Of is, and addressed to an army offieer VINO
was the hero of the occasion the writer re-
fers TO- John G. Whittier said OF this poem
that its author had truly mastered the art
OF writing English verse. The last six lines
OF the second verse are what probably In
spired the equally passionate stanEa OF Ella
Wheeler Wilcox In which she expresses the
lovers willingness to barter heaven itseif
for kiss.
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You kissed mel Ny head

You kissed me! My head
Dropped low on your breast
With a feeling Of shelter
And infinite rest,
While the holy emotions
My tongue dared not speak
Flashed up In a flame
From my heart to my cheek
Your arms held me fast;
oh. your arms were 20 bold
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The ugliest of trades have their moments
o. pleasure. Now. II were a grave digger,
or even :iangman, there are some people I
could work for with a great deal Of enjoy
ment.-Douglas Jerrold
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Nothing has such power to broaden the
mind ss the ability TO investigate aystemst-
icaily and truly all that comes under thy
observation In iife-Marcus Aureiius
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qusntly bestowed on cooks with ira ,sr.,
rehectfons. that whereas God sends good
meat. the devil sends cooks.-E Smith, 'Ths
Compieat Housewife"
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No man bu. blockhesd ever wrote except
Tor money.-Samuei Johnson.
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Two heads are better than ore-Heywood
Proverbs
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Wou!c-t thou Wisely and with Measure
Pass the days OF HES shor: --,.4sura'
Foi.l the slow one counsel take,
But tool Of him re'sr make;
NeeT as friend the swift one know.
Nor the ma
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Unquiet meals make i'll digestions.
edy of Errors"

a Wife. domestic good and pure
Like snail. should keep within her cocr:
But not. like snail. with silver track.
Place al her wealth upon her back
w. w How
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We never know the true value Of friends.
While they live. We are too sensitive OF their
faults: when we have lost them. We only see
their virtues.--J. G. and A. W. Hare
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There Is method in mans wickedness,
1t grows up By degrees.
Beaumont and Fletcher
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Tis a little thing
TO give cup Of water: yet It's craught
VI cool refreshment. drain'd by feverish ,iu,
May give a thrill Of pleasure TO the frame
More exquisite than when nectarian t,ic.
Renews the life Of Joy In happiest he rs
Thomas Nom Talfouyd
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VINO hath not heard the rich complain
VI surfeits and corporal pain?
he bard from every use OF wealth
Envies the p.oughman's strength and health.