Old Dutch Love Song.

I am not rich, and yet my wealth Surpasseth human measure; My store untold Is not of gold Nor any sordid treasure. Let this one hoard his earthly pelf, Another court ambition— Not for a throne Would I disown My poor and proud condition! The worldly gain achieved to-day To-morrow may be flying— The gifts of kings Are fleeting things— The gifts of love undying! In her I love is all my wealth— For her my sole endeavor; No heart, I ween, Hath fairer queen, No liege such homage, ever!