written by Nathan
Spring 1999
I hold in my hands a treasure—
Not of gold or monetary measure—
It’s not a gem or precious stone;
But one glimpse gives great pleasure—
I hold it now and I’ll hold it forever;
I look at it all the while I’m alone
And while I see wonders, no one ever
Sees what I value in this treasure.
It warms me when I’m cold
And it feeds me when I hunger
Tho they see it, only I can hold
This prize that no one knows:
A marvel that’s petit but holds great thunder
And a comfort to thee who sows
A life of lavish hue—
In one hand and another under
Lies a picture of you!
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