To A Tycoon

 Since much has been your mirth
 And fair your fate,
Friend, leave your lot of earth
 Less desolate.
With frailing overdue,
 Why don't you try
The bit of God in you
 To justify?

Try to discern the grace
 All greed above,
That may uplift the race
 To realm of love.
For in you is a spark,
 A heaven-glow,
That will illume the dark
 Before you go.

Aye, though it be that you
 To Faith are blind,
There's one thing you can do,
 It's--just be kind.
The anguish understand,
 Of hearts that bleed:
Friends, lend a helping hand
 To those in need.

Form: Lyric

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