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Ingrate, n.
[“All men are ingrates,” sneered the cynic. “Nay,”]
“All men are ingrates,” sneered the cynic. “Nay,”
The good philanthropist replied;
“I did great service to a man one day
Who never since has cursed me to repay,
Nor vilified.”
The good philanthropist replied;
“I did great service to a man one day
Who never since has cursed me to repay,
Nor vilified.”
“Ho!” cried the cynic, “lead me to him straight—
With veneration I am overcome,
And fain would have his blessing.” “Sad your fate—
He cannot bless you, for I grieve to state
The man is dumb.”
With veneration I am overcome,
And fain would have his blessing.” “Sad your fate—
He cannot bless you, for I grieve to state
The man is dumb.”
Ariel Selp.
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