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XIII-a

Some for the Glories of This World; and some

Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,

Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

XIII-b (FROM #3)

Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin

The Thread of present Life away to win

What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall

Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!

XIV

Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo,

"Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow:

"At once the silken tassel of my Purse

"Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

XV

And those who husbanded the Golden Grain,

And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,

Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd

As, buried once, Men want dug up again.

Later...