The other man boasted of things achieved,
Of gold piled up through the years;
But under the words God caught the drip
Of an ill-paid woman's tears.
Of gold piled up through the years;
But under the words God caught the drip
Of an ill-paid woman's tears.
And he told also how he built the shops,
Where was work for the hungry horde;
And he plumed himself on his charities,
"Confessing" them to the Lord.
Where was work for the hungry horde;
And he plumed himself on his charities,
"Confessing" them to the Lord.
But he said no word how he drove and skimped
The poor of their honest due;
How children cried in his cruel mills,
But the pitiful God, He knew.
The poor of their honest due;
How children cried in his cruel mills,
But the pitiful God, He knew.
When the prayers were done and the two came forth,
Where the sunset spilled its sheaf,
The people bowed, but the angels knew
The gentleman from the thief.
Where the sunset spilled its sheaf,
The people bowed, but the angels knew
The gentleman from the thief.
THE CREEPERS
WHY is it that the worth-while things
Seem always those we may not do?
Ambition-cursed, we sit beside
The quiet ways that never knew
The stir of life
Seem always those we may not do?
Ambition-cursed, we sit beside
The quiet ways that never knew
The stir of life
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