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From the dear wives who cheer their home ;
Whose hero souls cast fear away
When battling in a rightful fray;
and hate may cease,
FEED THE POOR.
If thou would win the dear reward
Which only virtue earns,
Waste not thy wealth upon the lord
Who gift for gift returns.
Give aid to those who need ;
And, with the gold thy wants can spare,
The poor and hungry feed.
Deserve and crave thy care ;
And ponder, ere thy hands relieve,
The how, and when, and where.
THE WISE SCHOLAR.
I hold that scholar truly wise
Who schools his heart and lips and eyes :
Who can as worthless clay behold
That live on earth, both great and small.