. Fire and air . ds long life and health! Merry! well chosen is the toast; I see that thou art rich, mine host!Aye, my good bard, a wealth untold Of lands and tenements and gold. These riches, merrymaker, knowDo but seem riches; thine art so!A greater wealth thy merriment,For thou art happy and thou art gay from break of dayUntil the night is passed away. O that I had thy free young heart,Thy rhyming muse, thy minstrels art!My heart I sold to winning gold:Now I have wealth, and I am art thou that early learnedThat joy-bought wealth is dearly earned. Time that is not to pl
. Fire and air . ds long life and health! Merry! well chosen is the toast; I see that thou art rich, mine host!Aye, my good bard, a wealth untold Of lands and tenements and gold. These riches, merrymaker, knowDo but seem riches; thine art so!A greater wealth thy merriment,For thou art happy and thou art gay from break of dayUntil the night is passed away. O that I had thy free young heart,Thy rhyming muse, thy minstrels art!My heart I sold to winning gold:Now I have wealth, and I am art thou that early learnedThat joy-bought wealth is dearly earned. Time that is not to pleasure turnedIs lost forever, neer the bard in lighter mood:Wealth is good, and life is good, —Wealth in spending and in giving;Life is good but in the living. Life is to live, and every dayThat is not lived is thrown only wealth we may possessIs present health and happiness,And happiness the only measureOf all our goodly worldly treasure. 2* /* ? *^***- » ill 111 Wr-jikk > a. (fol* — To John C. Craft, Esq. ^^OLD, sordid gold, thou art the root^RJ Of every evil, every vice!Envy and hate and avarice,The workman and the masters strife,The quarrels between kinsmen rifeSpring out of thee!Sweet Liberty,And that one priceless jewel Life, —Nay Love, the very Souls sweet wife,May all be purchased for a price. Gold, slandered gold, thou art the rootOf every virtue, every good!Thou bringest shelter, clothing, food;All winged ships that sail the sea,All trade and thrift and industry;Sweet Charity is born of thee!Love cannot live by love alone;But money will make bread of stone:Pure gold, thou art the first beatitude.
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