A Moral Alphabet, Page 34
There are some who give rise to exuberant mirth
By turning up nothing but bushels of earth.
While those who have little cause excellent fun
By attempting to pilfer from those who have none.
At times the reward they will get for their pains
Is to strike very tempting auriferous veins ;
Or, a shaft being sunk for some miles in the ground,
Not infrequently nuggets of value are found.
They bring us the gold when their labours arc ended,
And we—after thanking them prettily—spend it.
Just you work for Humanity, never you mind
If Humanity seems to have left you behind.