Life — February 23, 1911 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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ledge, 2 Thanatop$i$ 1O him. who in the love of money holds Communion with her va- rious forms she speaks Persuasive language. For his gayer hours Sbe has a voice of gladness and a smile With added interest of beauty. She glides Into his sadder musings with a rich Controlling sympathy that steals away Their business ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last account come like a loss Upon thy spirit, and thy percentage Of earth's vantages is failing ; When thoughts of life's last counting house Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Still love thy bargaining. Buy and buy With shrewdest knowledge ; and from all around Earth and her waters, and the breath of air Behold a great profit. Yet a few days and thou The Omnes-holding One may yet become To grasp the world. Then deep in the rich earth Where the vast wealth has lain these thousand years And in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy coinage. Earth that flourished thee shall give Thee gain to be resolved to gain again And lost the human race, surrendering up Its individual wealth, it shall go To mix forever with your proper And be addition to your boundless stor: And should the sluggish clod or the rud swain Turn like a worm when tread upon, then go, Send thy prices up and build a school Yet not to thy superior lofty place Shalt thou aspire alone, and thou couldst not wish Sport more magnificent. For thou must vie With patriarchs of the business world, with kings, The powerful of the earth, the wise, the good, Law forms, the hoary scers of ages past, All in one mighty enterprise. The hills, Rockribbed and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and poured round all Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the Solomon contributions all To the great wealth of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite hosts of heaven May yet become man’s property ‘Through lapse of mortgages. These men that tread the earth Have but a handful of the riches vast That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of Fortune. sands. Or choose thy wealth in the continuous woods Where pines point millions in th’ soli- tude, And since the flight of years began have cer Been growing for the property of man. So thou invest. And what if thou with- draw In silence from society, without a friend, A friend to weep at thy departure? All That breathe pay taxes unto you. The gay Will laugh when thou art gone, the brood of care Plod on and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom. Yet all these shall weave Their mirth and their employments into gold And yield it up to thee. As the long train Of toilers labor on in daily need, Traverse dreary desert The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The labor children and the poor and gray, Shall one and all contribute to thy tide Of profits flowing vast as flows the Ama- zon So live that all thy dividends may come Without delay, for the transaction known As death is most unprofitable. It is In fact a total loss. Then be not like A quarry slave, but gain and gain still more And crush thy every rival. Then absorb, Incorporate and speed the golden day When thou and all thy holdings safe shall be Sustained solid by unfaltering Trusts Otis Colburn. We Are Safe T is: impossible for the United States to be otherwise than safe, for we are now being saved in more different kinds of ways than ever before in our history. To mention first a few of the groups, there are the Republicans, Democrats, Socialists, Single Taxers, Prohibitionists, social settlementers, insurgents, conserv- ators, business men, missionaries, labor unions and the Interstate Commerce Commission. No less important, however, are the powerful individuals, such as Anthony Comstock, J. P. Morgan, Lyman Abbott, Andrew negie, Ballington Booth, Ed- ward Bok, Carrie Chapman Catt and Dr. Munyon. aren \wacniricent S = THE TICKERGRAPH MUSIC FOR THE MAGNATE AND HIS FAMILY The tal sut dence solve nation. nize at posed comicbooks.com