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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Three Treasures

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)

COMPLAINT
HOW seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits

Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains!

It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,

If any man obtain that which he merits,

Or any merit that which he obtains.

REPROOF
For shame, dear Friend; renounce this canting strain!

What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain?

Place—titles—salary—a gilded chain—

Or throne of corses which his sword has slain?

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!

Hath he not always treasures, always friends,

The good great man? three treasures,—love and light,

And calm thoughts, regular as infant’s breath;

And three firm friends, more sure than day and night—

Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.