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LIFE'S RECKONING.
THIS world a mart of shadows is, its gainEven as its loss and as its foul its fair.
Pay down the price, quoth God, and whatsoe'er
Thou choosest take. For pleasure or for pain,
All that the earth and seas and heavens contain
Lies open for our taking without spare.
Our peace of mind the price is for the ware
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Prodigal Present on improvident Past
Heaped hast thou, soul; Life's better and its worse
Spent hast thou without stint and find'st at last
Thyself with wind in hand and empty purse,
Beggared of hope. Oh, poor Humanity!
What is there left in Heaven or Earth for thee?
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