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I will gain a fortune the young man cried	A
For Gold by the world is deified	A
Hence whether the means be foul or fair	B
I will make myself a millionaire	B
My single talent shall grow to ten	C
But an old man smiled and asked And then	C
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A peerless beauty the young man said	D
Shall be the woman I choose to wed	D
And men shall envy me my prize	E
And women scan her with jealous eyes	E
And he looked annoyed when once again	C
The old man smiled and asked And then	C
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I will build he answered a home so fine	F
That kings in their castles shall covet mine	F
The rarest pictures shall clothe its walls	G
And statues stand in its stately halls	G
It shall lack no luxury known to men	C
But still the old man asked And then	C
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I will play a role in Church or State	H
That all mankind shall acknowledge great	H
I will win at last such brilliant fame	I
That distant lands shall know my name	I
For I can wield both sword and pen	C
But again the old man asked And then	C
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Is your heart a stone the young man cried	A
Hath all ambition within you died	A
That nothing seems to you worth while	J
What mean you by that sphinx like smile	J
Of what are you secretly thinking when	C
You utter those mournful words 'And then '	-
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Gently the old man said O youth	K
The words I have spoken veil a truth	K
Learned only through the lapse of years	L
And first discerned through a mist of tears	M
For youth is full of illusions fair	B
Which manhood sees dissolve in air	B
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Your millions will not make you blest	N
They will rob you instead of peace and rest	N
Your beautiful wife may be the prey	O
Of a treacherous friend or a skilled roue	O
And the splendid palace that you crave	P
Will make you Society's gilded slave	P
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'Tis a weary road to political fame	I
Its price you must often pay in shame	I
And the world known name for which you yearn	Q
On a bulletin board or a funeral urn	Q
Is scarcely worth the toil and strife	R
Which poison the peaceful joys of life	R
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For be you ever so wise and good	S
By some you will be misunderstood	S
And fame will bring you envious foes	T
To spoil for you many a night's repose	T
And alas as your pathway upward tends	U
You will find self interest in your friends	U
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The loudest shout of the mob's applause	V
Will die out after a moment's pause	V
And what is the greatest public praise	W
To one whose form in the earth decays	W
The cruel world will always laugh	X
At the fulsome lie of an epitaph	X
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But Spring recks not of Winter's snow	Y
And you will not believe I know	Y
That all those boons that tempt your powers	Z
If gained will be like fragile flowers	Z
Whose freshness wilts in the fevered hand	A2
Like roses dropped on the desert sand	A2
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And much of the work you deem sublime	B2
Is like the grain of pink hued lime	B2
Which once was a coral insect's shell	C2
But now is a microscopic cell	C2
Entombed with countless billions more	O
In a lonely reef on an unknown shore	O
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Alas said the youth and his eyes were wet	D2
Is old age merely a vain regret	D2
The retrospect of wasted years	L
Of false ideals and lost careers	L
Advise me What must I reject	E2
And what for my permanent good select	E2
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Belovd youth the old man said	D
All is not vain be comforted	F2
Seek not thine own but others' joy	G2
Ring true like gold without alloy	G2
Waste not thy time in asking Why	H2
Or Whence or Whither when we die	H2
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The actual world the present hours	Z
Will give enough to tax thy powers	Z
At no clear duty hesitate	H
Serve well thy neighbor and the State	H
So shalt thou add thy tiny form	I2
To bind the reef that breasts the storm	I2

John L. Stoddard

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