THE TREASURE OF THE WISE MAN   James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) O the night was dark and the night was late, And the robbers came to rob him; And they picked the locks of his palace-gate, The robbers that came to rob him— They picked the locks of his palace-gate, Seized his jewels and gems of state, His coffers of gold and his priceless plate,— The robbers that came to rob him. But loud laughed he in the morning red!— For of what had the robbers robbed him?— Ho! hidden safe, as he slept in bed, When the robbers came to rob him,— They robbed him not of a golden shred Of the childish dreams in his wise old head— "And they're welcome to all things else," he said, When the robbers came to rob him.       STATEMENTS   A WINDOW   I saw them sneaking up in the distance - not a lot of distance though. I heard footfall and suddenly reflected them in the light of their lantern. Four hooded figures. ...Not a lot of wind that night. I wished I were not bolted so completely. I could ha