Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old,
E’en to the verge of the church-yard’s mould;
Price of many a crime untold:
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Good or bad a thousand-fold—
How widely its agencies vary,
To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless;—
As even its minted coins express,
Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess,
And now of a Bloody Mary.