<h2><SPAN name="THE_RICHER_MAN" id="THE_RICHER_MAN"></SPAN>The Richer Man</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">Y</span>OU know how it is—you have had the gain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The sweetness and pleasures of life,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I the fruitless striving, the heat to attain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The toil, the failure, the strife.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Then we chance to come by the will of fate<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To the warmth of one woman’s eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And fate decrees it is not too late<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To give me a great surprise.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And the woman turns with matchless grace<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The bloom of her tender cheek,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And her red lips smiling—her glorious face,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Her glance so loving and meek.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">To me—to the penniless bankrupt one,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And I find my portion at last,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And heaven as real, when all is done,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">As the hell of the bitter past.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The glories of earth are but chaff in the wind,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The riches of earth but a song,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Now listen, my brother, I think you will find<br/></span>
<span class="i2">You have tried to do me a wrong.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_148" id="page_148"></SPAN>{148}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">You had all that to me had been denied,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I starved while you feasted well,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You have fame, and a hundred things beside,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">You have watched your coffers swell.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Yet when we come by the will of fate<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To the warmth of one woman’s eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And fate declares it is not too late<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To give me a great surprise.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">You come with the weight of your yellow gold,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the trappings of your success;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You come with your bearing, courtly and bold,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">You woo in your haughtiness.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">You try to dazzle her eyes of blue,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And you try to steal for yourself<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The heart of a woman good and true,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Go, be content with your pelf.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Learn there are treasures you may not grasp,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Joys you must surely miss,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The hand you court lies in my clasp<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The lips are my own to kiss.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">A penniless fellow! you used to say—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Own to the truth if you can—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We stand here together this summer’s day,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>I</i> am the <i>richer</i> man.<br/></span></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_149" id="page_149"></SPAN>{149}</span></p>
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