Its haughty rule, its proud behests;
It turns the warmest natures cold,
Corrupting gold! corrupting gold!
What is it dooms to live and die
Unblest, the hearts it could not buy?
Betrays the honest, tries the bold?
'Tis gold! 'tis gold!
'Tis not for me! &c.
What is it sets one friend, one brother,
In deadly strife against another?