1. Let not the crowds that flock to you annoy,
Nor what you generously expend destroy.

2. For in these times so few like you remain
To give, or with an open hand sustain.

3. Munificent men are few and far between,
While indigent and needy throngs are seen.

4. None but yourself is looked to for relief,
On none but you is cast the shame of grief.