Here you will find the Poem Old Dutch Love Song of poet Eugene Field
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!
