From the Evening Star, October 8, 1914. By Philander Johnson.
Nobody paid attention
To the man who gathered wealth.
Nobody paused to mention
That his course was that of stealth,
Till he offered some donations
For the help of human kind,
Then the fierce denunciations
Sadly shook his peace of mind.
They said his coin was tainted
And his motives dark and deep,
Till the pictures that they painted
Caused him tears and loss of sleep.
Nobody ever rapped him
While he hoarded day by day,
But, good gracious! How they slapped him
When he gave the stuff away!
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