And still has smiles for everyone he meets.
CHAPTER IV—DISTRIBUTION.
Upon his bed with withered, palsied frame,
Behold an aged man! A life well spent
Is drawing to a close. About him stand
The loved ones of his home. They prop him up
As with a halting voice, yet clear, he speaks:
"My treasured store of love will soon be yours.
Waste not the capital I leave behind
In shedding bitter tears above my grave;