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The Peau De Chagrin Of State Street

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

How beauteous is the bond     In the manifold array     Of its promises to pay,     While the eight per cent it gives     And the rate at which one lives     Correspond!     But at last the bough is bare     Where the coupons one by one     Through their ripening days have run,     And the bond, a beggar now,     Seeks investment anyhow,     Anywhere!

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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