Herford, Oliver, 1863-1935 · New York, The Century Co. · leaf 95
HERE was a little miser elf who had a preciousstoreOf silver motes from moonbeams and pricelessgrains of ore,And shiny dust of marigold, and glittering jeweled eyesOf burnished stars and spangles from thewings of butterflies,And bales of wondrous gossamer and green-gold beetles wings,And many other… … V ^^/&<fi ■f^ The wealth that might have conjured up all good things at his beckWas just a golden millstone that hung around his neck.He never had one moments peace, his treasure out of sight,Though he buried it for safety in a difterent place each night;Each night the thought of robbers…
Children's poetry, American
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