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A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand, / Behold him stand; / A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad. / The joy that once he had, / The first delight of ownership is fled. / He bows his little head. / Ah, cruel Time, to kill / That splendid thrill!
Then in his tear-dimmed eyes / New lights arise. / He drops his treasured pennies on the ground, / They roll and bound / And scattered, rest. / Now with what zest / He runs to find his errant wealth again!
So unto men / Doth God, depriving that He may bestow. / Fame, health and money go, / But that they may, new found, be newly sweet. / Yea, at His feet / Sit, waiting us, to their concealment bid, / All they, our lovers, whom His Love hath hid.
Lo, comfort blooms on pain, and peace on strife, / And gain on loss. / What is the key to Everlasting Life? / A blood-stained Cross.