Dweller in yon dungeon dark,Hangman of creation, mark!Who in widow weeds appears,Laden with unhonoured years,Noosing with care a bursting purse,Baited with many a deadly curse?
And the voice of men shall call, "He is fallen like us all, Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:" And thine epitaph shall be "He was wretched ev'n as we;" And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land.
The man who dies leaving behind him millions of available wealth, which was his to administer during his life, will pass away unwept, unhonoured and insung no matter to what uses he leaves the dross which he cannot take with him.Andrew Carnegie
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