A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE PIOUS BANKER.
There was a banker, rich and proud,
A church man to a high degree,
And all society allowed
A worthy citizen was he;
And to his worship from afar
The sycophantic public ran,
And he was dubbed, with just eclat,
“A truly, truly honest man.”
A church man to a high degree,
And all society allowed
A worthy citizen was he;
And to his worship from afar
The sycophantic public ran,
And he was dubbed, with just eclat,
“A truly, truly honest man.”
One morning, so the story goes,
The banker was no more in sight;
The public loud bewailed their woes,
Their money, too, had vanished quite,
And then the people prated loud
Of “robbing on the pious plan,”
They failed to see the banker proud
Was truly still a non est man.
The banker was no more in sight;
The public loud bewailed their woes,
Their money, too, had vanished quite,
And then the people prated loud
Of “robbing on the pious plan,”
They failed to see the banker proud
Was truly still a non est man.
May 19th, 1883.
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