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 For those who hear the poor man's cry,

and who his wants regard.

He rather will his neighbour taunt,

than aid, when in distress;

Nay, ay the more he is in want,

he feels for him the less

Or, if he lends him to relieve,

out of his golden cask,

His heart cries, while his hand does give,

this is an irksome task

Altho the widow sore complain,

and hungry orphans cry,

His mind is never touch'd with pain,

his feelings dormant lie

Within his heart he thus does boast,

the poor I do disdain,

What e'er I give to them is lost,

to keep from them is gain

His golden bags he holds them fast,

they are his idols still;