Then they have wandered away that road,

Whence none returneth to greet another,

The foot-path, soon, to your last abode....

Take tender care of

The charge God left thee,

Ere, unaware of,

It be bereft thee,

Before your eyes nevermore to mount,

Till for its keeping you shall account!

[Pg 29]

"Where is your brother? Where is your equal?"

Will then be questions too late to heed.

You then find brethren—such is the sequel—

You spiteful rich, in the worms you feed!

And when they fattened,

Like you, expire,

A reptile battened

Shall growth acquire,

Whose stings and gnawing shall never cease.

Upon your conscience, devoid of peace.

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