The "Ars Poetica" Of Horace--XVIII

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Title:     The "Ars Poetica" Of Horace--XVIII
Author: Eugene Field [More Titles by Field]

(Lines 323-333.)

The Greeks had genius--'twas a gift
The Muse vouchsafed in glorious measure;
The boon of Fame they made their aim
And prized above all worldly treasure.

But we--how do we train our youth?
Not in the arts that are immortal,
But in the greed for gains that speed
From him who stands at Death's dark portal.

Ah, when this slavish love of gold
Once binds the soul in greasy fetters,
How prostrate lies--how droops and dies
The great, the noble cause of letters!

[The end]
Eugene Field's poem: "Ars Poetica" Of Horace--XVIII

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