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I am not rich, and yet my wealth / Surpasseth human measure; / My store untold / Is not of gold / Nor any sordid treasure.
Let this one hoard his earthly pelf, / Another court ambition -- / Not for a throne / Would I disown / My poor and proud condition!
The worldly gain achieved to-day / To-morrow may be flying -- / The gifts of kings / Are fleeting things -- / The gifts of love undying! / In her I love is all my wealth -- / For her my sole endeavor; / No heart, I ween, / Hath fairer queen, / No liege such homage, ever!