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TELL ME NOT OF HOARDED GOLD.

I

Tell me not of hoarded gold
From rich Peru;
Rather let me first be told
That thou art true;
Tell me not of honours won,
For I shall fear,
One so honour'd soon will shun
My humbler sphere.

II

Tell me not of happy Isles
Where thou hast been;
Tell me not of lovely smiles
That thou hast seen:
For I fear again thoul't seek
A foreign shore;
And the smile on Ellen's cheek
Will charm no more.