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And distress of odious savor, 



To some who recline on roses, 

 On earth they turn up their noses, 



Nor change till up go their toe-ses. 



What a sight in the judgment daj^, 



When the Lord gives out his diplomas, 

 When some of these high-stepping bucks, 



Will skulk away with the gloamers. 



When earthly laws shall be reversed, 



By light verdicts of the master. 

 When conflicting judgments of men. 



Be wrecked in common disaster. 



Then ye high-headed ones of caste, 



Don't deign a nod to your betters, 

 AVhat will become of your pewter? 



For you must hand in your letters. 



What will you do in the awful day? 



When the grim monster shall find you, 

 The old imp, with sulphurous breath, 



Brings his icy chains to bind you. 



We would not chide at all the rich, 



For the world must have its pageants. 

 For Heaven fills many a purse. 



And makes good men its agents. 



Grand the man who is so blessed. 



With worldly wealth and with a soul, 

 A heart to feel and hand to help. 



For he shall reach the highest goal. 



The biggest fool that we can ken, 



Though he be a man of learning. 

 The bloated toad who loves himself. 



His own great traits alone discerning. 



