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Southern Cross, Volume 3, Issue 3, 20 April 1895, Page 6

COLD, HARD CASH

Oh cash ! Thou potent thing ; to thee We bow our heads and bend the knee ; We know without thy kingly aid we cannot cut a dash. But when with thee we are allied We know the world is on our side, And men will all respect us for our Cold, Hard Cash. Wit, leiuty, learning—all are good, And we esteem them as we should, Bat when we size them up with thee_ they’re just the merest trash ; The world bestows its warmest smile On him whose dollars highest pile The public eve is dazzled by our Cold, Hard Cash. And even Cupid, so they say, Will gold against effeetion weigh, And loses to dwell where riches may its wealth in jewels flash, The sly young elf admires grace; A perfect form a pretty face ; But yet ’tis said he’s fondest of the Cold, Hard Cash. Thus .from the cradle to the grave Can gold our paths with pleasure pave, But when near the river Styx and hear its . water splash, The boatman whc wculd row us o’er Unto a sad or sunlit shore Cannot be bribed to change his course for Cold, Hard Cash. —Chicago Herald.