Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1858-03-13
Selttt Doetrp.
SONG OF GOLD.

! A mon arch am I, more pow erful ard gh
Than the mightiest kingdom can yell;
No king on his throne a sceptre can own
So potent as that WELD.
Ere these Sovcreighs Of earth into being had birth
| dwet in my splendor and pride;
While the monad aad gnome in my caver nou
home,
Heaped treasure on every side.
Through crevicc and seam, the suns yellow
beam
Was deftly and cunningly caught;
And the alchemy strange, ofthis hermetic change
That ages on ages they wrought,
Shall ne'er be unsealcd, and never revealed
To the creature claim my slave.
BY labor and toll, and rapine and spoil,
He pursues me, and reaches-thc grave!
Sold /! sold sold! all for the yellow gold
For ages alone dwelt on my throne,
In the freshness Of earliest time;
And the gods OF that day felt my sceptre ant
sway,
And yielded homage sublime.
Esrths bosom grew rife with beauty and life;
Then Plenty and Peace first began;
And the worlds brightest page is that pastora
age,
Ere my realms were invaded by man.
But ! still live and reign while my fetter and
chain
Shall avenge my dismantled abode;
Even worship crave from my victim and slave
And he makes me his idol and god.
Sold, sold! sold all for the yellow gold!
stand by the side of the fair young bride
AS she barers her faith away,
To age, and cares, and threescorc years,
And head and a heart turned gray,
And laugh the while al the bitter smile
That greets her with name Of wife,
For am he who her lord shall be
She is mine, she is mine, through life!
Th ough Aer brow be bright with the diamonds
light
And her eye is flashed with pride,
There's a gnawing smart a, the weary heart,
AS my shadow stalks at her side.
Sold sold! sold all for the yellow gold!
Lo! a gallant harque cleaves the pillows dark
To land 5cyond the wave;
1t bears in its breast those sons Of unrest
Who SO hence to find grave.
They have fed the soil where manly toll
Meets ever rich reward.
Lured by the smiles Of Hesperian isles,
hey have left their native sward-
Forsahcn the ties and love-lt eyes
That make cen the poorest blest.
Afar they roam from the spells of home,
In those regions of the west.
SOAN6 eolS1 SoIut lOI TIC yellow HOiu
Oh! many find of the grovellng mind,
Who are mine by the daily dime
They count their bags, while they go in rags,
And look grim and gaunt at time;
They shiver and groan o'ei the cold hearthstons
Where their buried treasure lies;
They shrink away from the face of day,
Aod they cover before human eyes;
And they have no thought tha. is not fraught
With the curse of their wre,ched tolls
As they tremble and die, In their ear cry -
"Thou must leave TO earth thy spoil"
Sold. sold sold! ell for the yellow gold!
Ye children of clay shall soon pass away,
But my kingdom shall ever remain;
And the unborn race that shall dwell in you
place,
Will worship my fetter and chsin;
From earlh's yernal prime to the last verge o
time,
My sway and my sceptre shall last
And the future to come shall re-echo the doom
or the vengeance dealt to the past.
Then beware. oh beware. for | Ieck not, o
care,
What virtue may hallow the shrine,
If once eater in, there is darkness and sin,
And the soul of the victim is mine.
Sold sold sold all for the yellow gold
Ira"quitia