Who gave the world the boldest thought,
That ever has by man been taught,
And set the pride of wealth at naught?
Who gave the parlor lectures best,
From glowing love in his own breast,
Which is to be by nations blest?
Who made the good of man his prayer,
And did to all around declare,
The glory of a millionaire?
Who taught the best industrial law,
Which wit or wisdom ever saw,
That after him shall millions draw?
Who set the usury laws aside,
And did for honest wealth provide,
By equity which must abide?
Who taught the boys industrial plays,
While emulation was their praise,
To light their steps in pleasant ways?
Who taught the lads in his own town
To set the court, and try the clown,
And thus put rowdy custom down?
Who made a juvenile police,
And taught his class the power of peace,
And bade contentious strife to cease?
Who used to give when he might call,
A friendly tract to great or small
Which said to us, “Swear not at all?”
Who taught the faith that “works by love“—
And whose escutcheon was the dove
Which speaks his claim to realms above?
And now, when thus his race is run—
His true existence just begun—
The Angel voices shout Well done!
--The Millionaire, Boston, Mass.