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The book of joyous children . the childish dreams in his wise old head. THE TREASURE OF THE WISE MAN O THE NIGHT was dark and the night was lateAnd the robbers came to rob him j And they picked the locks of his robbers that came to rob him— They picked the locks of his palace-gate, Seized his jewels and gems of state, His coffers of gold and his priceless plate,—The robbers that came to rob him. But loud laughed he in the morning red !—For of what had the robbers robbed him?— Ho ! hidden safe, as he slept in bed,When the robbers came to rob him,— They robbed him not of a golden
The book of joyous children . the childish dreams in his wise old head. THE TREASURE OF THE WISE MAN O THE NIGHT was dark and the night was lateAnd the robbers came to rob him j And they picked the locks of his robbers that came to rob him— They picked the locks of his palace-gate, Seized his jewels and gems of state, His coffers of gold and his priceless plate,—The robbers that came to rob him. But loud laughed he in the morning red !—For of what had the robbers robbed him?— Ho ! hidden safe, as he slept in bed,When the robbers came to rob him,— They robbed him not of a golden shred Of the childish dreams in his wise old head—And they re welcome to all things else, he the robbers came to rob
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