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 The rich man observes his poor neighbour grow old.

And hugs himself on his resources in gold ;

A lackey all lace says “a knell must be told,

I gather him in, I gather him in.

E'en while he was speaking, the moralist elf,

Was digging unthinking, a grave for himself;

His spade and his mattock are laid on the shelf,

They've gather'd him in. They've gather'd him in.