One of these—nay pride, my health;
Every trivial or grand one
Is a noble mine of wealth.
And I'll pack my choicest treasures:
Smiles I've seen and praises heard,
Memories of unselfish pleasures,
Cheery looks, the kindly word.
Ah, my riches silence cavil!
To my rags I bid adieu!
Like a Crœsus I shall travel