Each witless dastard, in vast bands
To the gold-city hastes.
"Disease shall claim her ready toll,
Flushed vice and brutal crime the dole
Of life shall ne'er deny;
Danger and death shall stalk your streets,
While staggering idiocy greets
The horror-stricken eye!
"All men shall roll in the gold mire—
The height, the depth of man's desire—