When we count out our gold at the end of the day, And have filtered the dross that has cumbered the way; Oh! What were the hold of our treasury then Save the love we have shown to the children of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND |