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Show THE TREASURE-SEEKERS. By John Kendrick Bangs. One sought the east for gems and found, alas, Dire failure was his most unhappy pass. One sought the pearls in waters of the Ind, And sank a victim of the seas and wind. Another sought the gold that glitters free Upon the strand far in the Northern sea, And on the beaches of that land of white His bones lie resting in the endless night. A fourth plunged in the nearer fray to win The gaudy raiment that the Trade-Elves spin, And at the last found coffers full of dross The gold was profit, but his soul was loss! For me, in Fortune's strife, give me the part Of him that delves deep in the Mines of Heart Not far afield, but here let me secure H From them that love me treasures that endure. H |