THE END OF IT ALL.
The proud man, fat with the fat of the land, Oozed back in his silken chair ; Choice wines of the world, black men to command, Rare curios—rich and rareTall knights in armour on either handYet trouble was in the air. The proud man dreamed of his younc days, when He toiled liirht-heai ted and sang all day, He dreamed again of his gold and of men Grown old in his service and hungry and prey. Then his two hands tightened a time; and then They tightened, and tightened to stay 1 Ah me 1 this drunkenness worse than wine ! This grasping with gieedy hold! Why, the poorest man upon earth, I opine, Is the man who has nothing but gold. How better the love of man divine, With God's love manifold 1 »• They came to the dead man back in his chair,_ Dusk liveried servants that come with the light; His eyes stood open with a frightened stare, But his hands still tightened as a vise is tight. They opened his hands —nothing was there, Nothing but bits of night. , Joaquin Miller,
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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXII, Issue 9714, 9 January 1895, Page 3
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187THE END OF IT ALL. New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXII, Issue 9714, 9 January 1895, Page 3
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