"While others are on beds of sweet repose, / This care-worn, wealthy man, no quiet knows; / A wandering cat may sorely him affright, / While counting o'er his gold at dead of night / Strange sights, and noises, oftentimes appear; / He dreads the midnight robber - thinks him near, / Riches he has, but quiet rest is rare, / He's harassed much, his soul is pressed with care."—Barber, 1857

Much Coin, Much Care

"While others are on beds of sweet repose, / This care-worn, wealthy man, no quiet knows; / A wandering…