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 THE TREASURE SEEKER
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From Poems aud i3aiiads of Goetae h Kiackuooa

 THE TREASURE SEEKER. Many weary days suffered, Sick of heart and poor of pnrse: Riches are the greatest blessing Poverty the deepest curse Till at last to dig treasure

 Forth went into the wooI-- "frlend my soul is thine forever !" And signed the scroll with blood Then drew the magic circkss. kindled the mysterious filss Placed the herbs and bones in order, Spoke the incantation dire; And l sought the buried metal

 With spell ol melle might Sought it as my master taught me; Black and stormy was tke night And I saw light appearing

 In the distance like star: When the midnight hour was tollne, Came it waxing from aiar; Came it flashing, swift and sudden, As if fiery wine it were, Flowing from an open chalice,

 Wmcha beauteous boy did bear. And he wore lustrous chaplet.

 And his eyes were full pf thought; As he stepped into the circle

 With the radiance that he brought; And he bades me taste the goblet; And thought il cannot be, That this boy should be the bearer or the demons gift 10 me /" '.Taste the draught of pure existence Sparkling in this golden urn, And no more with banelul magic.

 Shalt thou hitherward return. Do not dig for treasure longer; Let thy future spell word be Days of labonr nights of resting;

 So shall peace return to thee :"