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.