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 All things she grasps with sordid hands And weighs in tarnished scales. She neither feels, nor understands, And yet her will prevails!

Cold-blooded vice and careful sin, Gold-lust, blind selfishness,— The shortest, cheapest way to win Some, worse than cheap, success.

Such are her attributes and aims, Yet meekly we obey, While she to guide and order claims All issues of the day.

You seek for honour, friendship, truth? Let Middle-age be banned! Go, for warm-hearted acts, to Youth; To Age,—to understand! 46