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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.

By Dorothy Frances McCrae

161 . The Treasure

MY Baby, wouldst thou treasure hoard?

See all the shining Cape-flower gold

Spread on the grass; thou art the lord

Of all thy dainty hands can hold.

Wouldst don a girdle, wear a crown,

A splendid chain to deck thy breast?

Thy feet are set in gold; look down,

What wealth is thine from east to west!

God scatters gold upon the grass,

But men (so dull of heart and eye)

Oft tread it underfoot and pass,

May we prove wiser, you and I!