I say: God let him see

And taste and know this misery that he makes.[Pg 44]

[Pg 44]

He strains a poor man's spirit till it breaks,

And then he hangs him, while a poor man's gift

He leaves unhelped, to wither or to drift.

Sergeants at city gates are all his care.

We are but outcast artists in despair.

They dress in scarlet and he gives them gold.

King Cole:

Trust still to Life, the day is not yet old.

The Showman:

By God! our lives are all we have to trust.

King Cole:

Life changes every day and ever must.

The Showman:

It has not changed with us, this season, yet.

King Cole:

Life is as just as Death; Life pays its debt.

[Pg 45]The Showman:

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