V.

He gave, without any extra thrift,
A flock of sheep for a birthday gift
  To each son of his loins, or daughter: 
And his debts—­if debts he had—­at will
He liquidated by giving each bill
A dip in Pactolian water.

VI.

’Twas said that even his pigs of lead,
By crossing with some by Midas bred,
  Made a perfect mine of his piggery. 
And as for cattle, one yearling bull
Was worth all Smithfield-market full
  Of the Golden Bulls of Pope Gregory.

VII.

The high-bred horses within his stud,
Like human creatures of birth and blood,
  Had their Golden Cups and flagons: 
And as for the common husbandry nags,
Their noses were tied in money-bags,
  When they stopp’d with the carts and wagons.

VIII.

Moreover, he had a Golden Ass,
Sometimes at stall, and sometimes at grass,
  That was worth his own weight in money
And a golden hive, on a Golden Bank,
Where golden bees, by alchemical prank,
  Gather’d gold instead of honey.

IX.

Gold! and gold! and gold without end! 
He had gold to lay by, and gold to spend,
Gold to give, and gold to lend,
  And reversions of gold in futuro.
In wealth the family revell’d and roll’d,
Himself and wife and sons so bold;—­
And his daughters sang to their harps of gold
  “O bella eta del’oro!”

X.

Such was the tale of the Kilmansegg Kin,
In golden text on a vellum skin,
Though certain people would wink and grin,
  And declare the whole story a parable—­
That the Ancestor rich was one Jacob Ghrimes,
Who held a long lease, in prosperous times,
  Of acres, pasture and arable.

XI.

That as money makes money, his golden bees
Were the Five per Cents, or which you please,
  When his cash was more than plenty—­
That the golden cups were racing affairs;
And his daughters, who sang Italian airs,
  Had their golden harps of Clementi.

XII.

That the Golden Ass, or Golden Bull,
Was English John, with his pockets full,
  Then at war by land and water: 
While beef, and mutton, and other meat,
Were almost as dear as money to eat,
And farmers reaped Golden Harvests of wheat
  At the Lord knows what per quarter!

XIII.

What different dooms our birthdays bring! 
For instance, one little manikin thing
  Survives to wear many a wrinkle;
While Death forbids another to wake,
And a son that it took nine moons to make
  Expires without even a twinkle!