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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cardiac</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A mattock high he swung;<br>I watched him at his toil;<br>With never gulp of lung<br>He gashed the ruddy soil.<br>Thought I, I'd give my wealth<br> To have his health.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With fortune I would part,<br>And privilege resign,<br>Could I but have his heart,<br>And he have mine . . .<br>Then suddenly I knew<br> My wish was true.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like him I swung: with awe<br>He marked my steady breath.<br>Then suddenly I saw<br>That he was sick to death.<br>My heart in him was frail<br> And seemed to fail.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Said I: 'Take back your heart<br>And I will bear with mine.<br>Poor lad! All wealth apart<br>'Tis murder I design,<br>Not all a Nabob's wealth<br> Is worth your health.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>

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