32 POEMS.

XIX.

I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.

T HAD a guinea golden ;

• I lost it in the sand,

And though the sum was simple, And pounds were in the land, Still had it such a value

Unto my frugal eye, That when I could not find it I sat me down to sigh.

I had a crimson robin

Who sang full many a day, But when the woods were painted

He, too, did fly away. Time brought me other robins,

Their ballads were the same, Still for my missing troubadour

I kept the ' house at hame.'

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