In such amusements; “Time,” say they, “is gold.”
And if they hear of some immortal deed,
Some noble sacrifice of power or fortune
To save a friend or spotless reputation,—
A deed that moistens sympathetic eyes,
And makes us proud we have such fellow-men,—
They say, “Who make such sacrifice are fools,
For what is life without one’s hard-earn’d gold?”
Rather than live a man like one of these,
I’d be an Indian here, and live content