Then the heavens may frown above me,
And I will not heed the storm!
'TIS GOLD! 'TIS GOLD!
BY JAMES L. ROCHE.
What is it worldlings bow before,
And thieves and murderers adore;
Corrupts the young, and damns the old
'Tis gold! 'tis gold!
'Tis not for me! my heart detests