| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 161. The Treasure |
| | | By Dorothy Frances McCrae |
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| MY Baby, wouldst thou treasure hoard? | |
| See all the shining Cape-flower gold | |
| Spread on the grass; thou art the lord | |
| Of all thy dainty hands can hold. | |
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| Wouldst don a girdle, wear a crown, | 5 |
| A splendid chain to deck thy breast? | |
| Thy feet are set in gold; look down, | |
| What wealth is thine from east to west! | |
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| God scatters gold upon the grass, | |
| But men (so dull of heart and eye) | 10 |
| Oft tread it underfoot and pass, | |
| May we prove wiser, you and I! | |
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