Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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MONEYCOVETERS. |
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MONEYCOVETERS.
How many sweat and toil for thee, how manySeek thee from Day to Day, and Year to Year,
As the sole Good that Life can offer here,
Letting thee drop at last reluctantly
From Age's palsied Grasp! and when the high
And blessed Hour of Freedom draweth near,
When the prophetic Sight has Glimpses clear
Of Glories inexpressible, caused by
Some Angel's Hand uplifting partially
The aweful Veil, still unto thee they cling,
With one Foot in the Grave, and drag thee down
With them into it, tho' the Weight must bring
Damnation on their Souls: still Mammon's own
Vile Thralls, when Heaven itself is opening!
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