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MY WEALTH.
There are those with treasures of gems and gold,
Fair forms in white statued niches,
With houses and lands and stores untold;
But mine is a beauty manifold,
And a hoard of more secret riches.
They are visions of light that come at night,
And reveal a fresh universe broad and bright.
Fair forms in white statued niches,
With houses and lands and stores untold;
But mine is a beauty manifold,
And a hoard of more secret riches.
They are visions of light that come at night,
And reveal a fresh universe broad and bright.
I have ever the joy of the splendid dream
That dawns in the hour of shadows,
With a human face and a hidden gleam;
It reflects all the rays of star and stream,
And the glory of wide green meadows.
There is murmur of bees among centuried trees,
And the distant wash as of summer seas.
That dawns in the hour of shadows,
With a human face and a hidden gleam;
It reflects all the rays of star and stream,
And the glory of wide green meadows.
There is murmur of bees among centuried trees,
And the distant wash as of summer seas.
And the cloisters that open in the dark,
The cathedrals grey and mellow,
Are sweet with a music to which I hark;
And blent with the lilt of the soaring lark,
When the sunbeam is its fellow.
O it's wealth of that fond and heavenly bond,
When it comes to me from the Great Beyond.
The cathedrals grey and mellow,
Are sweet with a music to which I hark;
And blent with the lilt of the soaring lark,
When the sunbeam is its fellow.
O it's wealth of that fond and heavenly bond,
When it comes to me from the Great Beyond.
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