 | Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge |  |
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[III
Life gives the pass-key of his treasure-house]
Life gives the pass-key of his treasure-houseInto our hand, saying, “What diadem,
What gold of glory, what illustrious gem
Man shall desire of me, shall crown his brows!”
And nothing of all man's choice Life disallows,
Whether of prized or priced or priceless things:
By the feast-tables heaped with offerings,
“Enter!” he cries to all men, “and carouse!”
And thus after our will, in greed and haste,
For certain years we choose and use and waste,
Suffer and strive:—save some few restless men
Who seek, uncrowned, unfriended, alien
And careless of the flushed festivity,
The path thro' life and death to liberty!
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