O the night was dark and the night was late, <br />And the robbers came to rob him; <br />And they picked the locks of his palace-gate, <br />The robbers that came to rob him-- <br />They picked the locks of his palace-gate, <br />Seized his jewels and gems of state, <br />His coffers of gold and his priceless plate,-- <br />The robbers that came to rob him. <br /> <br />But loud laughed he in the morning red!-- <br />For of what had the robbers robbed him?-- <br />Ho! hidden safe, as he slept in bed, <br />When the robbers came to rob him,-- <br />They robbed him not of a golden shred <br />Of the childish dreams in his wise old head-- <br />'And they're welcome to all things else,' he said, <br />When the robbers came to rob him.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-treasure-of-the-wise-man/
