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He cannot quit them till the last;
and then against his will
X
From fancied ills, himself to save,
he fondly does them clasp;
The nearer he draws to the grave,
more eager is his grasp
XI
'Tis only when death points his dart,
and strikes the fatal blow,
The miser with his wealth can part;
he then must let it go
XII
But, O! what sorrows him surround,
when parting with the store,
That heart then feels a painful wound
which ne'er felt for the poor.
