THE TREASURE OF ABRAM.
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"Nay, nay," wise Abram says, and smiles, though now he hides dismay;
"But time is gold: let pass the chest—on gold the dues I pay!"
But he who read the subtle smile detects the secret fear:
"Detain the chest! nor cloth nor gold, but precious silk is here!"
Grave Father Abram stands like one who knoweth well the sword
When tyros baffle thrust and guard; slow comes the heedful word:
"I seek no lawless gain—behold! my trains are on their way,
Else would these bands my servants break, and show the simple goods I take,
That silk ye call; but, for time's sake, on silk the dues I pay!"
"He pays too much!" the watcher cries; "this man is full of guile;
