And look up to Heaven, not over the seas
For gold-laden ships from the bright Caribbees,
The riches that galleons bring over the deep.
’Tis only the gold that does good that is good;
And the gold that we covet and hoard up and keep,
That’s fool’s gold all.’
VIII.
“The St. Martin birds came to the church-tower tall,
And the purple-winged swallows that lived in the wall;
The mavis sang sweet, and the green hedgerows burned,