The curse of gold

Earth teems with good and evil: from her breast The rooted corn springs vigorous to the sun; While summer breezes toss its bearded crest Until a glorious ripening work is done. Thus men are amply fed and doubly blessed.

Deep from the caverns of her stony heart, Toil drags the yellow gold, which, burning there, Is innocent of harm,—but once apart From its dark motherhood, fell hate, and care, Curse half its uses in life’s stormy mart.

PHILADELPHIA: T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS; 306 CHESTNUT STREET.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by