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TREES AND OTHER POEMS PENNIES

FEW long-hoarded pennies in his hand

Behold him stand;

A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad.

The joy that once he had,

The first delight of ownership is fled.

He bows his little head.

Ah, cruel Time, to kill

That splendid thrill!

Then in his tear-dimmed eyes

New lights arise.

He drops his treasured pennies on the ground,

They roll and bound

And scattered, rest.

Now with what zest

He runs to find his errant wealth again!

So unto men

Doth God, depriving that He may bestow.

Fame, health and money go,

But that they may, new found, be newly sweet. [ 17 ]