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LOVE'S RICH AND POOR.
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"My rich I love, and make
More rich, for giving's sake.
My poor I scorn; they choose
Their chilly beggary;
My gold is ready, free,
But they forget, refuse.

"My rich I love. I weep
To see them starved, to keep
My worthless poor well fed;
To see them shiver, cold,
While wrapped with fold on fold,
The beggars sleep in bed.

"My rich I love, and yet.
My love no law can set;
In vain I warn and cry;
They give, and give, and give;
The selfish beggars live,
And smiling see them die."

Then walking hand in hand
With Love throughout his land,—
Land blooming white and red,—
I saw that everywhere,
Where life and love looked fair,
It was as he had said.