BALLAD OF THE GOLD COUNTRY.
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There, smiling, majestic, serene, and good.
But was it a bed of roses?
I think
Of another monarch who, on the brink
Of death by fire, smiled, as a monarch should.
But was it a bed of roses?
I think
Of another monarch who, on the brink
Of death by fire, smiled, as a monarch should.
A BALLAD OF THE GOLD COUNTRY.
EEP in the hill the gold sand burned;The brook ran yellow with its gleams;
Close by, the seekers slept, and turned
And tossed in restless dreams.
At dawn they waked. In friendly cheer
Their dreams they told, by one, by one;
And each man laughed the dreams to hear,
But sighed when they were done.
Their dreams they told, by one, by one;
And each man laughed the dreams to hear,
But sighed when they were done.
Visions of golden birds that flew,
Of golden cloth piled fold on fold,
Of rain which shone, and filtered through
The air in showers of gold;
Of golden cloth piled fold on fold,
Of rain which shone, and filtered through
The air in showers of gold;
Visions of golden bells that rang,
Of golden chariots that rolled,
Visions of girls that danced and sang,
With hair and robes of gold;
Of golden chariots that rolled,
Visions of girls that danced and sang,
With hair and robes of gold;
Visions of golden stairs that led
Down golden shafts of depths untold,
Visions of golden skies that shed
Gold light on seas of gold.
Down golden shafts of depths untold,
Visions of golden skies that shed
Gold light on seas of gold.
