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TOAST TO THE FREE LUNCH BAR.
H er e's to the bar ma n, n ot to avarico
sold;
May his profits incr ease t en thousand
fold;
lVIay t he b right yellow dust pile up in
bis pau;
~i[ay
he never b ecome a moneyless man.
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THE MONEYLESS
MAN.
(By
the greatest American poet.)
Is there no secr et place on t ho face
of th e earth,
Wher e cha rity dwelleth, wher e v irtue
bas
birth~
Wher e bosoms in mer cy and kindness
will heave,
When t he poor a ncl the wretched shall
ask ancl r eceive
Is there n o place at all, w her e a knock
from the poor,
Will b ring a kind angel to open t he
door~
Ah, search the wide world wher ever
you can,
Ther e's but ONE open door for a
Moneyless lVIan.
Go, look in yon hall wher e the cha n–
delier 's light
Dispels w it h its splendor the darkness
of night,
Where t h e rich h anging velvet in
shadowy fold
Sweeps gracefully clown with its trim–
mings of gold,
And t he mirr or s of silver take up, and
r enew,
In l ong lighted vistas t h e 'wildering
view;
Go there, a t the banquet, a nd find, if
y ou can,
A welcoming smile for a Moneyless
· Man!