Which hath not gold but dreams within its gates?
What power can enter in to take from me
My treasure, while upon the threshold waits
“Courage,” my watch-dog, keeping back the fates
Which follow close until I do depart
In safety from their little loves and hates?
Singing of all I carry in my heart.
Guarded of dreams against all evil chance,
With young Adventure arm in arm I go
To laugh at Luck and silly Circumstance.