Does with an equal splendour bear;
And dazzling circles that are seen
Of rubies red, of em'ralds green,
And sapphires blue, whose blended rays
The rainbow to the hand conveys,
All these, at times, are forc'd to rest
Within the miser's gloomy chest:
In iron darkness there to wait
A longer or a shorter date,
Till gold's redeeming power shall say,