Crespus has gold, while none have I, yet mine
Are aurous buttercups, and gold divine
From sunset's cupel blown at day's decline.
Crespus has broad domains, but envy I
His holdings? Nay: I have the broad, blue sky
And sea wherein and o'er my dreambirds fly.
Crespus long miles of forests would amass;
Barring therefrom all comers. Let it pass;—
He cannot wall the scent of flowers and grass.—
Crespus has built a marble mansion tall.—
The bluebirds nest anear my cottage wall;
My chimney echoes with a swallow's call.
Crespus,—a Mammon-priest,—known near and far,—
His name and power my comfort do not mar;
He has no lien on yonder evening star.
In Success.
