The Treasure Of The Wise Man

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O the night was dark and the night was late,
  And the robbers came to rob him;
  And they picked the locks of his palace-gate,
  The 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 said,
  When the robbers came to rob him.

© James Whitcomb Riley