Croesus (verse)
Addison, Medora C.
435 Croesus You pity me—I do not envy you The splendid playthings that your gold has bought; Your every wish is gratified too soon ; Your pleasures must be frantically sought. While I, a...
...While I, a beggar, walk among the stars With heart serene because my wants are few...
...Medora C. Addison...
...I have the peace you lost, the dreams you sold— You pity me ? I do not envy you...
Vol. 5 • February 1927 • No. 16
