Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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XLIX. THE DEBTOR AND CREDITOR AND THE FRIEND WHO PAYS.
THE CREDITOR.You owe me full a thousand pound.
THE DEBTOR.
I owe, but cannot pay.
THE CREDITOR.
Then you must go to prison strong.
THE DEBTOR.
Well, if I must—I may.
THE FRIEND WHO PAYS.
“Hold off your hand, hard-hearted wretch!
This man is not for thee!
His age is threescore years and ten,
And he's in debt to me!
This man is not for thee!
His age is threescore years and ten,
And he's in debt to me!
“He owes you money—me his life.
Come, aged friend!” he saith;
“Come to my quiet prison-house,
Come to the peace of Death.
Come, aged friend!” he saith;
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Come to the peace of Death.
“This huckster acts from base revenge,
And I for love divine!”
The old man sighed and breathed his last,
“Death! only friend! I'm thine!”
And I for love divine!”
The old man sighed and breathed his last,
“Death! only friend! I'm thine!”
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