I WOULD like to wed your daughter," said the multi-millionaire, "I will try to make her happy; if I don`t you needn`t care; She shall have five million dollars just the minute we are married; Say the word and I will take her"—but the maiden`s father tarried. "Every luxury I`ll give her, she shall dress in finest raiment And the moment we are married I shall make the wedding payment; She`ll be worth five million dollars when the wedding vows are said, Will you say that it`s a bargain?"—but the father hung his head. "It is true I`m almost fifty and your daughter`s scarce eighteen. But she`ll live a life of splendor, she shall be a social queen; She shall dine with kings and princes and by royalty be favored, And she`ll have five million dollars"—here the tempted father wavered. Oh! I would that I could write it, that before the father`s eyes Came the picture of the baby that he`d learned to idolize; Came his little girl at evening for a romp upon his knee, Came the little roguish lassie of the days that used to be. Had there come that very moment when he saw the rich man`s check Just a vision of his baby with her arms about his neck; Had his eyes turned back one minute to the days of long ago, Then he never would have wavered—he`d have fairly shouted: "No."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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