The kind, warm heart turns selfish, cold
'Tis gold! 'tis gold!
'Tis not for me! &c.
What is it that doth Earth subdue,
And thinks to conquer Heaven too?
That doth o'er ALL dominion hold?
'Tis gold! 'tis gold!
'Tis not for me! &c.
What is it tempts th' unguarded soul,
From God, and from its destined goal?