30.07.2007, 10:21
Shakespeare the Richest Man
The treasures that come down to us from old
Are not the treasures of the sea and land,
But human thought, more worth than all the Rand,
That gave man power to blossom and unfold;
And Shakespeare like a sun with light untold
Used his imagination as a wand,
Whose rays lit sea and sky on every hand,
And touched life's vast encircling shores with gold.
No El Dorado opens up such mines;
No Golden Fleece nor far-famed Odyssey
Shines half so fair as his creation shines
With all its beauty voiced ineffably;
Forever precious in his jeweled lines--
The richest soil in all humanity.
The treasures that come down to us from old
Are not the treasures of the sea and land,
But human thought, more worth than all the Rand,
That gave man power to blossom and unfold;
And Shakespeare like a sun with light untold
Used his imagination as a wand,
Whose rays lit sea and sky on every hand,
And touched life's vast encircling shores with gold.
No El Dorado opens up such mines;
No Golden Fleece nor far-famed Odyssey
Shines half so fair as his creation shines
With all its beauty voiced ineffably;
Forever precious in his jeweled lines--
The richest soil in all humanity.