THE TREASURE OF ABRAM..
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III.
Reel-eyed with greed and wonder,
The crowd excited stand;
The blows are rained like thunder
On brazen bolt and band;
They burst the massive hinges,
They raise the ponderous lid,
And lo! the peerless treasure
That Father Abram hid:
In pearls and silk and jewels rare.
Fit for a Pharaoh's strife;
In flashing eyes and golden hair—
Sat Abram's lovely wife!
