Gold

We rovers bold,  To the land of Gold,

Over the bowling billows are gliding:  Eager to toil,  For the golden spoil,

And every hardship biding.  See!

See!

Before our prows' resistless

The gold-fish fly in golden flashes!  'Neath a sun of gold,  We rovers bold,

On the golden land are gaining;  And every night,  We steer aright,

By golden stars unwaning!

All fires burn a golden glare:

No locks so bright as golden hair!  All orange groves have golden gushings;  All mornings dawn with golden flushings!

In a shower of gold, say fables old,

A maiden was won by the god of gold!  In golden goblets wine is beaming:  On golden couches kings are dreaming!  The Golden Rule dries many tears!  The Golden Number rules the spheres!

Gold, gold it is, that sways the nations:

Gold! gold! the center of all rotations!  On golden axles worlds are turning:  With phosphorescence seas are burning!  All fire-flies flame with golden gleamings!  Gold-hunters' hearts with golden dreamings!  With golden arrows kings are slain:  With gold we'll buy a freeman's name!

In toilsome trades, for scanty earnings,

At home we've slaved, with stifled yearnings:

No light! no hope!

Oh, heavy woe!

When nights fled fast, and days dragged slow.    But joyful now, with eager eye,    Fast to the Promised Land we fly:      Where in deep mines,      The treasure shines;    Or down in beds of golden streams,    The gold-flakes glance in golden gleams!      How we long to sift,      That yellow drift!    Rivers!

Rivers! cease your goings!      Sand-bars! rise, and stay the tide!      'Till we've gained the golden flowing;      And in the golden haven ride!