Treasure Song
A. Mary F. Robinson
1857 to 1944
The miser loves to count his store
Of barren ducats o'er and o'er:
Above all pomp or pleasure
He loves his golden treasure.
And I do love to count alone
A useless treasure of mine own
Heigho! Delights of dreaming,
So dear, and only seeming!
A. Mary F. Robinson's Treasure Song
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