Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY TREASURES, by WILBUR DANIEL SPENCER First Line: My jewels are the drops of dew Last Line: While poor men own the earth. Subject(s): Schools; Students | ||||||||
MY jewels are the drops of dew That sparkle on the grass, Or break into a thousand bits When ruthless footsteps pass. My gold bedecks the sunlit cloud, Untouched by human hand; My silver is the sleeping sea, Unshadowed by the land. My friend is every wooded hill, And every singing brook; For they are always true to me, And wear a kindly look. And yet how few would ever think To count these treasures o'er; But, dreaming oft of Satan's gold, Would ask kind Heaven for more. Co-heirs of Nature all may be, Although of humble birth; And yet, the miser hugs his gold, While poor men own the earth. | Other Poems of Interest...THE FUTURE OF TERROR / 1 by MATTHEA HARVEY IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB TROUBLE WITH MATH IN A ONE-ROOM COUNTRY SCHOOL by JANE KENYON TROUBLE WITH MATH IN A ONE-ROOM COUNTRY SCHOOL by JANE KENYON YOU GO TO SCHOOL TO LEARN by THOMAS LUX GRADESCHOOL'S LARGE WINDOWS by THOMAS LUX |
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