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A Cherished Notion.
A CHERISHED NOTION .
DO you know I cherish the notion , Were I rich as I'd like to be , With my OAVH little yacht on the ocean , And a cottage somewhere by the sea , With a brown stone front in the city , Ancl a cultured friend in the Hub , And the chairman of some committee In a thoroughly hig h-toned club .
Do you knoAv I ' ve a notion , my daisy , If this blissful condition were mine , That soinehoAV I shouldn ' t go crazy Over an old vintage of wine , Nor collect earthenware from the potters , Nor presume to set the world right , Nor keep a ivhole stable of trotters , Nor grapple the " tiger" at night .
Nor marry , as some do , an heiress For beauty , or fame , or blood , Nor follow the crowd to Paris ( If New York were SAvept of its mud ) No , none of these things would answer My dream of earthly bliss , For I bold , my little entrance ! ' , To a fancy something like this :
That with , all the wealth of Golconda I could never hope to buy , Though over the world I should Avander , One glance from a lovelit eye ; For love is a subtle treasure Which cannot be bought or sold—Which comes at his OAVH sweet pleasure , And is held by no chains of gold .
I could buy with my fancied riches All grosser ancl tang ible things , The vulgar display which bewitches The rabble , who feel not its stings ; I could buy , on my gold relying , All products of labour and art—But where is the market for buying
A faithful and a loving heart ? And this is the notion I cherish—HoAvever rich I ma ) r be , If loA r e were to wither ancl perish I should die in my poverty . And though to have millions were pleasant . If having them parted us two , Then I'd choose to be but a peasant—¦ A peasant with love and with you !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Cherished Notion.
A CHERISHED NOTION .
DO you know I cherish the notion , Were I rich as I'd like to be , With my OAVH little yacht on the ocean , And a cottage somewhere by the sea , With a brown stone front in the city , Ancl a cultured friend in the Hub , And the chairman of some committee In a thoroughly hig h-toned club .
Do you knoAv I ' ve a notion , my daisy , If this blissful condition were mine , That soinehoAV I shouldn ' t go crazy Over an old vintage of wine , Nor collect earthenware from the potters , Nor presume to set the world right , Nor keep a ivhole stable of trotters , Nor grapple the " tiger" at night .
Nor marry , as some do , an heiress For beauty , or fame , or blood , Nor follow the crowd to Paris ( If New York were SAvept of its mud ) No , none of these things would answer My dream of earthly bliss , For I bold , my little entrance ! ' , To a fancy something like this :
That with , all the wealth of Golconda I could never hope to buy , Though over the world I should Avander , One glance from a lovelit eye ; For love is a subtle treasure Which cannot be bought or sold—Which comes at his OAVH sweet pleasure , And is held by no chains of gold .
I could buy with my fancied riches All grosser ancl tang ible things , The vulgar display which bewitches The rabble , who feel not its stings ; I could buy , on my gold relying , All products of labour and art—But where is the market for buying
A faithful and a loving heart ? And this is the notion I cherish—HoAvever rich I ma ) r be , If loA r e were to wither ancl perish I should die in my poverty . And though to have millions were pleasant . If having them parted us two , Then I'd choose to be but a peasant—¦ A peasant with love and with you !