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...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |