20 THE RICH AND POOR.

The rich and poor! Like rippling streams that
glide,

Each in their different course, yet blend at last
With the majestic deep ; lost in its tide—

Soon will they meet ; for time is hurrying fast
Towards the ocean of eternity :

The wise, the ignorant, the bond, the free,

Are nearing now its confines; on its shore
Karth’s rank, and fame, and titles are unknown,
The immortal soul is recognised alone,

And “rich” and “poor” shall greet the ear no

more.