<h2> Bewick Finzer </h2>
<p>Time was when his half million drew<br/>
The breath of six per cent;<br/>
But soon the worm of what-was-not<br/>
Fed hard on his content;<br/>
And something crumbled in his brain<br/>
When his half million went.<br/>
<br/>
Time passed, and filled along with his<br/>
The place of many more;<br/>
Time came, and hardly one of us<br/>
Had credence to restore,<br/>
From what appeared one day, the man<br/>
Whom we had known before.<br/>
<br/>
The broken voice, the withered neck,<br/>
The coat worn out with care,<br/>
The cleanliness of indigence,<br/>
The brilliance of despair,<br/>
The fond imponderable dreams<br/>
Of affluence,—all were there.<br/>
<br/>
Poor Finzer, with his dreams and schemes,<br/>
Fares hard now in the race,<br/>
With heart and eye that have a task<br/>
When he looks in the face<br/>
Of one who might so easily<br/>
Have been in Finzer's place.<br/>
<br/>
He comes unfailing for the loan<br/>
We give and then forget;<br/>
He comes, and probably for years<br/>
Will he be coming yet,—<br/>
Familiar as an old mistake,<br/>
And futile as regret.<br/></p>
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