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 dashes     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!