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A POOR MAN'S TREASURES.
I
Though I may be poor, if you reckon in coin,For wealth I'm too happy to sigh:
I'm rich in some jewels no thief can purloin,
And that Crœsus himself could not buy.
I've health,—that's a fortune—and, more!
My teeth are estates in their place;—
My nose—half a million could never restore
A jewel, like that, to my face.
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II
And then, I've my eyes; not the throne of this landCould tempt me to part with but one.
My senses, my limbs, and my willing right hand;
Fresh air, and the light of the sun;—
With these and the friend that I love,
And the heart that beats fondly for me,
With Hope at my side looking calmly above,
I'm rich as a mortal can be.
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